:: Thursday, March 18, 2004 ::

I haven't put anything with actual thought into this for a long time. I feel so many different things about her I'm not sure WHAT to think. What is it inside that makes her so willing to give up when any incling of an opposing view rises up? I know, I know. I can't "work on it" that would be rude. I realize things about myself but am tired of hiding them around her. Then again I hate it when I don't hide them. Maybe hide isn't the correct word, perhaps eliminate? Yes, I'm in the process of subduing them into nonexistance, not just bottling up. Takes time. I need to stop looking at so much negative and realize how there's so much positive it's not even funny. Maybe because there's no need to worry about the positives I focus my efforts elsewhere and thus lose my place. My old handwritten journal is dusty and needs exercise so this doesn't happen. Relationships wouldn't be fun if they didn't have little misalignments would they? What great diction- misalignments. Its les you fucker.

Soft threads between the cracks drift down the air that rings
silent with waves rolling past canals rhythmically
Calling a sanity lacking within you
to purge all the secrets from clattering bodies
and trying so hard will create much more static
be careful she's motorized, don't touch her pieces

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can.
And no one calls us to move on
And no one forces down our eyes
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun....

:: Floydthebarber 3/18/2004 07:43:00 PM [+] ::
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