Dec 01, 2006 19:42
dear _______,
it's really just a manipulation to tell me how depressed you are. that you sleep all day in a furnace room. because all my bad intentions don't do me any good then. it's the pauses inbetween your words that make me want to scream, but the words themselves make me want to be kind. would you really like me to fix it & you & this & me? i'd like to, but i can't. why are you talking? that inflatable santa you caught in the wind today should have grabbed you up with it and blown you away. i would like to see you now, if not yesterday or the day before, even if you were just flying through the sky. from down here on the ground you're up in the air anyway. if i could catch your fall i would, but you'd rather bruise? i hate it too. i wish i could be as angry as the songs i've taken up with.
still, ________.