(Untitled)

[d0t_dot_d0t]

i found this poem in someone/s journal.
i reallyreallyreally like it.

I wonder how many people in this city
live in furnished rooms.
Late at night when i look out at the buildings
I swear I see a face in every window
looking back at me
and when I turn away
I wonder how many go back to their desks
and write this down.

-leonard cohen

<3jah.

Comments

[anonymous]

I honestly do not understand why you dislike me so much, for I have never been anything but nice to you. I used to admire you and I used to look at you and see nothing but beauty...but now that I see how you can treat me without knowing who I am or what I stand for, I no longer see the beauty I did. I wish it didn't have to be this way. I don't know how it got to this point, but an effort should be made from all sides to change it...with no more blame or excuses.

[d0t_dot_d0t]

how i've treated you?
am i not supposed to defend myself?
read my words and read yours.
i don/t need to know who you are or what you stand for because your words say it all.
you are a child and you are a coward.

[anonymous]

My words were nothing but mature and honest.

And you still do not know me at all.

[d0t_dot_d0t]

you really must think i/m stupid, beth.