Monday, August 13, 2007

she wants to know why she's given half her life to people she hates now.

there are so many selves to be, I'm just trying to find the one for me.

you can't be missed if you never go away. trying to make every action treasured by you and me. it'll take some practice.

by four thirty am I see lines etched on the keyboard that weren't there in the morning. my eyes are burning.

I need some of that god take me away action.
I'm afraid to die.