if i can make this

(taking shots out just take the mother DOWN except not so case never case don't
please don't-)

then maybe i can get the rest right

there's too much for too long
things when tears wouldn't come
things that sit
and sit
and never gather dust, constant

constant motion
i have to break
i break for you, my bones and my thoughts

like a bullet you can stop

or, stop?
a shadow in the cup doesn't mean-

that's stupidity, as always
people say unexpected, but
never quite sure, not to move on

to less pleasant matters
concepts
like you
not that you are

but there you have it, right?

you told me you never understood
you said nobody cared
i tell you with all honesty
that you should be glad you aren't tied

you need that comfort, i know
i just want to be left alone,

a box unattended in an elevator, or
nevermind all that

like he's said before,
at current times i feel obliged not to answer that question, thank you

because we all know it's none of their business
just leave it, not your place to decide anymore
not much of anything anymore, actually

but it is this, and it is that

haha, you see it now, they're too much together, come forward
too naturally for publication, mass media, like there's news

i take too long anyway

07/22/2005

Author's Note: Free Write. Friday morning, July 22nd, 2005. I had to make more than one to get my feelings down adequately. This one was rather close to the border, if anyone can understand my meaning by that.

Posted on 07/22/2005
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