S.E. 99-04
Skipping across the surface must be fun for the stone. what about the sinking? who are you? what is that? how can you finally be ready then wake up feeling like a frayed rope? whats the best way outta here, a flipant coment with your back turned or following a chair through the window? i keep having a delemia at the top of the stairs. there are too many doors to this house. i lost my fucking hat on the bridge, its in the water now but i cant see where its floating to. do you miss me? will i read this, why do i keep talking about giving up and then sinking further in, circling tighter, holding fiercer. i want to dream, but i am terrified of what might be happening in my head while im not paying attention. i feel like im writting too much for an audience, even the pen feels wrong on the page. i need a table, a surface, a foundation to work from
as i stumble through this life, this day, i reflect those around me. these strangers, these lovers, these smiling frolicing companions. where do you go at the end when your starting over. thrust out into confusion, leaving beauty, lossing paths. building so high on a foundation you cant see the ground beneath you any more. i wouldnt be here if it wasnt for you, this has made me, molded me, inspired me more than il ever be able to say. knowing that this is possible helps to keep the wolves at bay.
as i stumble through this life, this day, i reflect those around me. these strangers, these lovers, these smiling frolicing companions. where do you go at the end when your starting over. thrust out into confusion, leaving beauty, lossing paths. building so high on a foundation you cant see the ground beneath you any more. i wouldnt be here if it wasnt for you, this has made me, molded me, inspired me more than il ever be able to say. knowing that this is possible helps to keep the wolves at bay.