Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 24, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

03-24-04 wednesday 10:01pm

i'll see you when life submits to its eventual end. i'll haunt you then. i'll be your casper if i can. and we'll laugh better than we ever did when i was alive.

is it wrong to want what you cannot have? is it wrong or just stupid? and if you hold back or if you refuse, does that somehow make it right? or am i just a liar them. another pathetic disciple of lifes endless array of commandments.

questions parsed in chambers of the heart churn out their pages. syntaxed. legitimized. the code has been translated, but i still wonder if anyone understands them.

and it's not so much that i need them to. myself much moreso. it's not as if i'm waiting on an answer. i just sometimes wonder if anyone would even try to.

it'll all make sense again when this life has found its evidence. escaped its flesh and all the trivial consequences that attach themselves to it. that's when i'll be able to be a real friend. no need for more. that's when you'll see who i really am. everything about me that this life suppresses.

i could do it tonight. or maybe tomorrow. then again, maybe a few more years. there's still so much to get done. so many people depending on. someday though, that is for certain. not tonight i suppose. but someday soon you'll know.