Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Color Coded Lipstick There are some days when I can go through the entire 24 hours and not think about it. There are some days when it's all I think about. There are some days, it occurs to me that I should do something, but then I remember I'm really too lazy to make the effort. Something sweet and dark and red. Thick and running. Every where, like a sick sweat. don't try, you can never be him It was for me, but now it's not. I am able. But, will it really do anything? There's a selfishness in thinking it's about you. There's a release in realizing it's not. And, there is always a need and a want and a wish and a hope. Nag. Nag. Nag. I wonder if he wakes up remembering that he's running. I wonder if in the middle of the day, he finds that he's breathless, exhausted. It's a crime, such a waste. so, they said you were a fake I am the wonder. I will be everything you cannot explain away. Ah. Such power for someone so undeserving as myself. convince yourself that everything is alright 2:23 p.m. - 2002-07-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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