Oct 10, 2005 19:34
Forced Nostalgia she said.
You and everything you stand for.
What I say always comes back to haunt me in your voice.
Change is inevitable.
Change is imminent.
Once viewed a hypocrite, now a hero.
She once was lost
Now she's found him
the boy with taste in music and a sense of humor.
the leaves loose their chlorophyll
will decay and feed the tree they feel from throughout the winter.
though 'the winter dies the same way every spring'
noise in the background
listen closely
words of inaudible love
spin
dash
fall
drown
death
life
i am dead.
a pitiful attempt at self expression.
once written and never revised by means of zen philosophy.
DELETE