i'm having trouble seeing
the real difference between

you (fly fly unending)

this (he never sang it in front of people)

like a rock
like something you cannot describe
but perhaps you've tried more often than you thought

(because there is nothing, no one) you see it
you can live without
you can live with this

you said it, not that plain
distance is all the better for things
but

that was never true
kinder? better than what?
there's no boundary, or limit

there's nothing my eyes
can't handle after a while

and you know i'm broken
in thoughts, in works

i can't help but see it all in pieces
like a grid, maybe,
or

a bar of chocolate, so you could see it better
not as a curse, maybe,
just a downfall an old charm a backburner deceit

take maybe, and toss it
keep yourself in it all
see it sit, trace, run down
and you say you don't remember

but memory requires no reason, you know

why that's what you wanted
more than half? half a minute
30
30 seconds
and i almost let you die

07/22/2005

Author's Note: Free Write. Friday morning, July 22, 2005 There's still more that I couldn't phrase properly. I might just write something else out of necessity.

Posted on 07/22/2005
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