91 weeks

Jan 27, 2008 23:48

91 weeks

the siskiyous are gone for the cascades and west hills.

small town living
for hometown discomfort.

european destiny.
now i'm broke
but not with culture....
that expirience blasts all else to peices.

after watching eternal sunshine like a religion.
i got a girl.
who turned into something nifty
and needed.
she's here still.....
...in a way.

i'm gone now again.
away from my life.
pretending,
lying,
surviving....
for something that i want.
something that i want bad enough...
i would probably kill for.

but would i kill myself?

why would i say something again after 91 weeks of silence?

this is the only place it could be said....

[fade out]
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