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Feb 02, 2007 08:02

The thing is
I am trapped in my own consciousness.
Imprisoned.
Confined.
And I will probably never
escape.

I sit here in an
empty apartment
next to an overflowing ashtray
in the middle of
nowhere.

I have been with so many girls.

Some of them were beautiful.
Some of them were ugly.
Some of them were just flesh and bones and
one of them was brilliant.

And my greatest fear is that while they

are getting married,
having kids,
finding jobs,
rendezvousing with Fortune
under a brand new American sky...

I will still be here.

With this cigarette

and this fucking

keyboard.
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