and it's something to be proud of, dammit
you thought you were so stable and sane you thought there was nothing worth the worry but out of the darkness in the hallways of your hair something fat and suggestive has crawled into your ear and against your better judgment you find yourself thinking about all the times you said "it's nothing" when it wasn't and all the times you knew three friends were looking down on you right or wrong they did and that's all that matters if you clench your fists and close your eyes it doesn't go away--the thoughts and colours rise and fall on the off-black lids you never thought to thank
memories and probabilities scrape the tender flesh on your knees and neck if you spin yourself around and pick a number at random you'll realize it's the days or hours until she calls and says "I'm sorry, I can't take your obsessive nonsense any more, get out." it's not that you think it will happen it's that you know it could you know that every disaster has a "might" clinging to one of its letters the car's treads or her patience either one of them could give out at any moment and when you start to think about it how much do you not think about, how much do you hide in the corners of your skull?
dc:
january 11--march11
memories and probabilities scrape the tender flesh on your knees and neck if you spin yourself around and pick a number at random you'll realize it's the days or hours until she calls and says "I'm sorry, I can't take your obsessive nonsense any more, get out." it's not that you think it will happen it's that you know it could you know that every disaster has a "might" clinging to one of its letters the car's treads or her patience either one of them could give out at any moment and when you start to think about it how much do you not think about, how much do you hide in the corners of your skull?
dc:
january 11--march11