ramble

Sep 10, 2009 11:33

it's a feeling that comes and goes, but likes to stay long past its worn welcome, if welcomed at all. (not. at. all.)

looking at things from this perspective, there are only oodles of pieces, strewn about in a mess that would take forever to fix. (it's fixable, right? (maybe it's not.))

you can see where the breaks originated and where the cracks lead to more shatters; there are pieces still being chiseled apart; there are pieces that you attempt to fuse together; there is effort in this, though the effort is dead.

there's you and all these broken things that you're breaking that were already broken before you arrived. (what right have you?) (letting something break is the same thing as breaking it yourself?)

anyway, why try to fix it if it fights you? because it doesn't realize it is fighting? but why are you solely held accouMAYBEYOUSHOULDGOSUCKAGOATSCOCKANDCHOKEANDDIEYOUBITCHntable?

(it isn't fair, she sobs.

but there are worse problems.

why are there always worse problems.

she shakes her head miserably. it isn't fair.

there is neglect in this.

or have you just failed?)

yet,

where is the body? find it find it find it

writing

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