hostility.
a threat to my nature;
i wonder why i came at all.
i wonder if i am cast out and patronized
or just individualistic and paranoid.
sometimes, tonight feels like every day repeating
sometimes, death feels like a sleepless state with ceaseless dreaming.
sometimes, i lose all direction.
sometimes, i let down my guard.
then, i remember: i never really cared
and i feel peace.

08/06/2003

Author's Note: the 11th in my chicago saga.

Posted on 08/06/2003
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