we crawl around in circles on the floor to keep
ourselves from going insane and every time
another memory of you leaves my mind, everything
begins to rain.
it doesn't come down easy when we're always
learning ways to remain
the same.
and if for once the ghosts that crowd this room
(my mind) could learn to speak louder from
darkened corners, pehaps then

i would know what it means to have a name,
a place. something all my own.

but i see your face everywhere and discover
another fifty new reasons to stay the same,
one being you, and another one-to keep me from
being me.

06/15/2003

Author's Note: not sure if this is finished or if i like it at all..may delete. soon.

Posted on 06/16/2003
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