Dec 27, 2003 03:31
...but now you're, once again, too obscure to be my friend, so you can have it here, in this dying community. it needs alot more nourishment than i can provide, but i'll help when i can...
you are a double life lived in my head. a foreign bed i can't comprehend. no way to embrace you or escape you. all i can do is create you... wrenched from sleep, you're haunting again. no way out, no way in. linger longer in my wake, these pulls off my composure i cannot placate. so i set you adrift not knowing what i held to begin with, and trust that someday for the first time, we will meet again...