___things i want to say out-loud, A LIST:
____-fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.... [sigh]
___things i don't know how i'm going to manage, A LIST:
____- this week
____- the next six months
____- the next 3 years
____- the rest of my life
____- people's chatter
____- going back. being back. having to stay back
____- all the noise
____- sitting in cars with people asking me questions and me not being able to walk away
___places i'd rather be right now, A LIST:
____-
____-
____-___(what difference does it ever make?)
___things i know for certain, A LIST:
____-
____-
____-
_______(and gravity
___people i'm going to miss not having near, A LIST:
____-
____-
____-
_______(and surprisingly, since i rarely see them - jamjam and susie.
*__*__*
when i was 16, i first had a vision, an acute dream of myself, as a middle-aged man, having ruined his life, slouching into the corner of a large house he was alone in, staring idly away with reddish eyes, and bopping slowly left and right like a fiend dancing at an OD funeral.
i feel one year closer that that.
__(i wish i didn't know where it was going to end
____(gol, monz: it wasn't the year of miracles afterall. just the same as the last... minus the good things)
i feel one year closer that that.
__(i wish i didn't know where it was going to end
____(gol, monz: it wasn't the year of miracles afterall. just the same as the last... minus the good things)
2 comments:
perhaps.
somewhere we awaken to the promise of today and the hope of tomorrow.
this is our miracle.
this is who we are, and what we do.
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