apple.

Jan 23, 2008 14:56

it has to be clean.
i need things pretty. and nice. and perfect.
perfection, lacking. oh how we make ourselves feel bad.
desire, wanting, wanting.
i hate wanting more, always.
sour taste in mouth of memories.
and this titanium screen is packed with lies.
racking of brain to no avail. it wants out of my head through my hands; seeping into paper.
hummingbirds like my staircase.
good luck, supposedly.

i slipped down that staircase a few days ago.
the slight pain helps to remind me: i'm fine.
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