you never ask how i'm doing

Sep 13, 2009 01:09

Why are you so cold?

Why wouldn't you ever let me in?

Why don't you care that i am deliriously sad?

Going home on saturdays to an empty apartment. no buddy. nothing cooking. no one to love. no one to kiss. no one to say thank you for caring. no one.

no one.

when i told you time was short, i meant it. the worst thing about life is also the best thing for those us who've been forsaken. life is short. it will end. the pain will end. our energy will dissolve back into the universe from which it came ...

"... there is no pain; you are receding ..."
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