I swear I had something to look forward to as I woke up. I swear I went to bed thinking, There’s something exciting for me when I wake up.
But I wake up, and there’s nothing. And I don’t think I forget anything.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
I saw a friend
the other day we hugged and laughed and slapped hands.
He said hey
I probably said that too, and then
You still doin your thing?
Yeah, I'm still doin my thing,
you still doin your thing?
Yeah, I'm still doin my thing.
He had to go though
so soon
and saying, see you, and
turning around.
I should have said
what happened to you, and
what happened to me
It was the other day though, when we
hugged and laughed and slapped hands
not today.
the other day we hugged and laughed and slapped hands.
He said hey
I probably said that too, and then
You still doin your thing?
Yeah, I'm still doin my thing,
you still doin your thing?
Yeah, I'm still doin my thing.
He had to go though
so soon
and saying, see you, and
turning around.
I should have said
what happened to you, and
what happened to me
It was the other day though, when we
hugged and laughed and slapped hands
not today.
I had a shake at a restaurant yesterday. It was 5.95. It wasn’t any good. The waitress came by and said, “aren’t our shakes just amazing??” and I lied and said, “Oh, just amazing.”
And then I was taking a shower the next morning and I was longing for the water to just stay and caress me, I needed it. But every drop just nicked me and then proceeded to fall to the ground.
And I touched my scar on my ankle—and it still hurt. After all these years, the wound is still hurting me.
And then I was taking a shower the next morning and I was longing for the water to just stay and caress me, I needed it. But every drop just nicked me and then proceeded to fall to the ground.
And I touched my scar on my ankle—and it still hurt. After all these years, the wound is still hurting me.
Sometimes I listen to music only to realize how lonely I am. It should have the opposite effect, shouldn’t it? I’ll listen to the yelps and wails and cries of the singer of the band, and I’ll feel something, and I’ll just want another person to feel that same feeling with me.
But all they ever hear is just a bunch of shitty yelps and wails and cries.
But all they ever hear is just a bunch of shitty yelps and wails and cries.
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