Death of a journal.
It's grown pretty thick now. Reviewing the last few years here gets me a little antsy, makes me smile sometimes. But for the most part, this isn't me any more. There are pieces of me scattered throughout it, but I'm not whole here. So much of this has died, so much is new, it's just not working out, sweet sweet livejournal. I thank you all for your friendships and readings, you can all always email me at indifferentloser@gmail.com . Shalom!
Nonsensical gibberish;
Thinking what I think that maybe I shouldn't,
Weighs in
For days then,
Dies quick like Goldfish.
Ever rising to revisit me,
I pretend I'd resist but of a surety couldn't.
My aquatic specter,
My foregone protector,
I'd nearly forgotten my frailty.
Do you detest the incessant, rambling exposition of the barest intention?
Or the seeming guise of the flattering skin that clothes it?
For all words well spoken prior, it would seem a manipulative invention;
Save for the now hesitant tongue that will all but disclose it.
How could we ever make peace?
It seems tomorrow offers but enslavement by doubt.
Bearing no insecurity,
Speak to worries of impurity,
Perchance with my heart could I buy your release?
Nonsensical gibberish;
Thinking what I think that maybe I shouldn't,
Weighs in
For days then,
Dies quick like Goldfish.
Ever rising to revisit me,
I pretend I'd resist but of a surety couldn't.
My aquatic specter,
My foregone protector,
I'd nearly forgotten my frailty.
Do you detest the incessant, rambling exposition of the barest intention?
Or the seeming guise of the flattering skin that clothes it?
For all words well spoken prior, it would seem a manipulative invention;
Save for the now hesitant tongue that will all but disclose it.
How could we ever make peace?
It seems tomorrow offers but enslavement by doubt.
Bearing no insecurity,
Speak to worries of impurity,
Perchance with my heart could I buy your release?