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hopeless as the last leaf in autumn when all the rest have already fallen

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wednesday 08-04-04 9:35pm

attempting to. bat-winged ideals try to lift the flightless. darkness does lend its most hopeful of aspects. that you can't see beyond your own plans.

it's me. no one else. has never been. though, i'm still uncertain of who are all those people that i've been with.

it's just me. peel away the skin and there is no difference. just weaker still. just more inclined to shiver if.

there's so much lifetime to live. yet so very little reason to. barter your life with gods and demons, but i can't. weight your scales with husbands, wives and children. i won't.

and friends. well, i just don't. stay. go. i'll know the difference, but only remotely so. i can't. i won't. it's too much to believe in the loyalty of anyone other than myself.

love is for the foolish. the naive. and the beautiful. and anyone who isn't one of them, ought to know better than to.

if ever there was nothing. this is it. cause there's nothing that i want. and no one that i miss.

08-04-04 10:37pm wednesday

your gift to the wind. dark oceans. hearts muted. heads deaf. untethered eyes, unabridged versions. of the stories you can't even tell yourself. of the words that you wish you'd not spoken. and worse yet, the reasons why. why you did. and you shouldn't have. why trying to go back leaves you worse off than before you had. and why trying to move on makes you feel like you've done something or someone wrong.

your fist to your chest. numbness like an armor against. it happens without my consent. and what i am left with is little more than these tattered verses. frayed flags that symbolize principles i've long since abandoned.

what can a heart say that music hasn't already sung. what can a friend offer that when she was your lover she hadn't already done. just letting go. nothing else. just that easy escape you had wanted from the start, but couldn't look me in the eyes and say.

what more to love than wishing that what you couldn't find in me you'll find elsewhere if given the chance.


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