Sep 20, 2005 20:40
her chapped lips, porous, state, "i never expected to be as unsatisfied as this."
"you and pronouns."
"you, me, what's the difference?"
"you only see people as something conquerable."
"what about you?"
you are a sun burn flaking onto forest green sheets, the impression left from the imaginable rotating into discontent.
"you wanted to know me; no one knows anyone, anyways."
"maybe you should forget that, and you won't be as unsatisified."