tired
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
It's been a week, and I'm haunted by endearing images. Fleeting, almost invisible, but of greater significance to me more than anything. Is it something I must look into, or be aware of, or scared? I don't know really, and I try not to think. But everywhere else I look, I seem to see a little trail of golden dust. And when I follow them, they lead to condescending, brown eyes, and I am yet again, shattered into a thousand (not a million, 'cause I'm not big enough) pieces, and I shy away from the sunlight. This is how it begins and ends, and I am trapped in this routinely act of self-mutilation (not literally, you dope). So, I say, I don't care, and I give up, and I still do see you. Contradicting, yes, and that's the way I like it.
smiled at the sun again @ 9:48 PM,
