so hard it is to crawl out of your own skin
into something beautiful and pure and needed
never quite grasping that freshness that
much sought after stability that seems to
always be 2 steps ahead of you
a slow descent a drawn-out suicide
sometimes murder depending
always depending and so much is riding
on consequences and dreams that haunt like
nightmares that never leave only wrap
around tighter choking the life right out
of you nowhere to run to be safe
nowhere to go that you truly belong
only hanging around like dirty picture frames
never quite showing the full picture but
nevermind that.

the colors are fading anyway.

01/28/2002

Posted on 01/28/2002
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