May 10, 2006 22:56
I need no warrant for my being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction. I've been searching for a reason and there isn't one. And I can't really tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm leaning on this broken fence between the past and present tense. And I'm losing all these stupid games that I swore I'd never play. I found all the trophies from when I was young - all those symbols of where I went wrong. It was never enough to make me seem responsible. If I could catch a rainbow, I would do it for you.
It's funnoy how everything just seems to change. How the streets you walked your whole life seem emptier, more hollow. How the silence isn't so quiet anymore. How the daily routine is not a routine but a victory to complete. Because that's what happened. And I first thought that it was the world that changed. Now I've realized that it was just me.
Let's just clear one thing up: I may be barely breathing, but I am not dead. I am just now coming alive. Park that in your spot and tow it.