Feel?

Write what I feel...Write what I feel. My pen knows no junction, only a mass of wet sobs. Write what I feel...why am I writing about sobbing? Why is it always water that litters my pages? Is it becasue it's raining outside or inside? I never can tell the apart. Write what I feel... So be it, if you want my scorns of time! My only medicine is the ink within my utensil. The lovers charge of moments. Still raining...It has been for weeks. Sunny on the outside...there it's only been raining about 5 minuets. Here its been raining for weeks. All these cafetorium polotics. Polo-more than one, Tics-Blood sucking creature. This said from the mass of shaggy brilliance. His undenyable charm and wit. ...an english teacher. He wants to be an english teacher. How brilliant,how exsquisite, how totally...shakespeare. "to die or sleep no more". Funny how I neithre die nor sleep..but it all sounds so familiar. But while it sounds familir i must write what I feel.Ummm this was random....just after a debate on polotics...haha. and about a guy I have been infatuatd with for a while. Thanx Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 03:16 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10