[.dear.dead.memory.]

[piercedelf]

Contradictions are normal for me.

I guess and I just dont know.

Meets in the center of my head.

I wonder, dear ghost, do you still read these words? Do you still think of sunday morning's? Do you even remember what I'm refering to?

I have good news, I don't think about you anymore... unless I'm listening to the velvet underground or reading norwegian wood which for that reason I havent read in awhile.. someday I shall return that to you if our paths ever cross again, though I doubt it, but if that were the case my intentions were to return your book to you.

I'm sorry you were a lousy friend.

I'm sorry I am a lousy friend.

I'm sorry I thought what I thought and that some of that still lingers.

But in the end you were right.

And no one dissapoints me more than myself.

I should be getting dressed, I should be doing my make up, but I sit here half done up, half just out, half just around the corner, I'm in three halves today.

I just don't know. I wish I could still talk to you because I know right now you're the only one that can hear me, if you're listening.

Oh well.