i don't write much because words fail me...mostly...

Aug 11, 2006 04:44

when words fail, there is that tearing at your insides that will sort you out.
barring that, you've nothing to fall into but void. what a soft, safe trip it could be;
barring absence; baring nothing.

drift.

your end is the end.
your worth is sold.
no one will sigh
as you drown.

contemplation, writings

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