9.11.2008

i'll respect myself until november

i will write about your face when i can find mine.



things took a severe turn all too quickly. i'm calling out again. and i've got a lot of words i could put here but my head is too heavy, my ears can barely make out the sound coming through and my voice cracks and burns like a simmering fire when i try to explain myself to anyone even the best of angels. would you love me if i hadn't have fallen off the pedestal at such an early age?

i could use a good nap in the ocean or a dive into a magic eight ball.


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