went through old LJ memories..one of my fave writings

[the_ricky]

im tired of encouraging       -        -        -        REALITY

the roots that tighten
into me.
Every day
I. Am servant to the day, the moments
the movements
my whole body feels like some assembly line
automated
emprisoned
my soul is going stir crazy inside "me"
i know how it        -         -         -       -        ends.
Passes with every second
(as if living it once wasnt/isnt/wont be enough)
and nothing satisifies my growing hunger

for something unexplained                              
       -          -           -          -         (:::::change:::::)

A life to wrap my skin around
settling dust of a of tired feet.
(an expired soul)

a plane to call        -       -        -        -       my own

mine
and share with the world
im through with all the answers
(can i ask a question?)
ready to fall out of limbo

into the      -       -       -       -        -     universe.
Clockwork
and chain myself to conciousness
-suspended-
or drift free, eternal
from the mystery of discontent
into the bliss of ingorance