centuries and miles and journeys. nothing changes.
12/09/2008 07:49 p.m.
The words are always the same. They're written on my bones. No matter what I try, I always come back to the same subject matter, trying to shake it out of me. As if I say it often enough, if I feel it deeply enough, if I can only just find the correct syntax. Maybe I could move on.

I don't think I will ever move on.