Nothing for Me
I succeeded in creeping out somebody I met three years ago. I remember too many things. Good memory is a curse. It's also a blessing, but who cares for those anyway?
These kinds of memories are almost never mutual. People know me by name and I can't even recognize their faces. I may have the same face, but it's always changing...
?
It's been so long since I've written a word...
My mind is too engaged with everything everybody talks about...
My mind is engaged with the imagined fears and curiousity of [?]...
I'm getting tired of people and their drugs. The call to let me in on them. I ignore to keep clean.
No reason other than I hate the feeling I get when it's gone...
Just restless... I have enough of that.
My mind wanders even further... but it's always black and narrow.
I would sacrifice all the wrongs I've experienced to be bathed in cleanliness.
Death scrubs off the dirt collected inside.
All the sounds I hear are pathetic. All the songs I hear make me want to do it again.
Or for the first time.
Again.
These kinds of memories are almost never mutual. People know me by name and I can't even recognize their faces. I may have the same face, but it's always changing...
?
It's been so long since I've written a word...
My mind is too engaged with everything everybody talks about...
My mind is engaged with the imagined fears and curiousity of [?]...
I'm getting tired of people and their drugs. The call to let me in on them. I ignore to keep clean.
No reason other than I hate the feeling I get when it's gone...
Just restless... I have enough of that.
My mind wanders even further... but it's always black and narrow.
I would sacrifice all the wrongs I've experienced to be bathed in cleanliness.
Death scrubs off the dirt collected inside.
All the sounds I hear are pathetic. All the songs I hear make me want to do it again.
Or for the first time.
Again.