we're a dying breed

Jan 06, 2011 19:32

my eyes are dry. my contacts feel like they're sucking all moisture from my eyes.it's b/c they're old. i've slept in them for months and tears dry them out more. it's been a day. panic. this. can't. be. all. there. is. signal a text around midnight, do you feel just as alone? where you roll over and the other side of the bed is cold. think. they're in the bathroom, getting their head bashed in. panic. i don't remember any of this. i won't remember any of this dream. cold sweat. panic. just another heart beat. another exhale of carbon dioxide. you're trying to poison me. panic.

to the scene the crime/s. i haven't moved a thing. i keep thinking someone else will pick it up. i keep thinking i'll come home and everything will be put away, back to normal (what is normal?). but unless i put it away, forever the crime, the chalk lines. i don't want to contaminate it.

i open my fridge. there's wine. beer. cheese. a mark of my job. i'm actually afraid of the grocery store. so i don't buy anything of use. important life skills, i don't think i was paying attention. i was too busy getting straight a's, too busy driving myself crazy to be number one. and what has that gotten me? maladjusted.

when you're young, forver seems so real. friends forever. all the plot points, time line, check list. they don't tell you it's really purgatory. insert a reference to dante, maybe rodin for beauty's sake.

melodrama.

this is an example of lyrical.
also see: bad writing.
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