I've been left desperate
    and clawing at my skin for answers
    that may never be validation.

Maybe the truth is something to fear
    And there is no validity in it.

Because variables can equal each other,
    but each other can equal negative space.

Walking in well worn circles,
    with well worn reasons to warm me at night,
I have found no truth in this.
I have found no comfort in that.

And it continues to haunt me,
    and plague me like your songs --
    because the unexplainable needs
    to be explained, because the why --
    needs a because.

I have blown all the candles
and crossed off all my wishes;
did this mean more than desire
    that met distance (the ultimate heartbreaker)?

And often it is this question,
a familiar lullaby that sighs:



                why?

08/23/2003

Posted on 08/23/2003
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