9 06 2010

my chest wants so badly to heave and the breath in me wants to go somewhere else

its just one of those nights, nights and darkness and i am trying to focus on the house and the sound of the fan and the tv and something my friend is telling me but im just not doing so hot right now

like i said, stomach wants a fight

bad news, like a bad cut or a bad fight or a bad seed it is never welcome and i am sitting here watching my email waiting for more bad news because thats just how we are, isn’t it?

feeling powerless is the worst feeling in the world, especially when you try to anything you can for anyone. but i just can’t help, and i certainly cannot do what i want to do because being selfish doesn’t work either. sit here and wait.

i always make sure i pick things that will never ever work out. its a gift, of sorts.




One response

14 06 2010

There is poetry in your prose, of such a proportion that it changes your equation completely if you look closely enough. Thank you for doing it in the form of a blog, for it surely is a joy to read.

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