I have to laugh at myself sometimes.

At my capacity to come out of a deep coma

In a fit of turmoil and frenzy,

Then slip peacefully back into it

Only to re-emerge, yet again,

This time like I never missed a beat.

At my unflinching determination to pretend

That everything written all over my face

Was penned in invisible ink

And no one can realy see it.

And my tendency to celebrate every sensation

With a new mix CD.



I blame my parents and my age and my inexpirience

Like I need to make excuses for my emotions.

Like I need to brace myself for some impending doom

When really

I don't need to make excuses

And I don't need to brace myself.

I just need to relax

And more importantly

Laugh.

05/29/2004

Posted on 05/29/2004
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