January
You said that you are wary, I told you I agree. What was all this mystic, psychic crap? I guess that’s pretty ok. Time healed you, or at least it will after we’ve forgotten pain and the essence of love. It ain’t ever coming back. You say you like what I say. Then I guess you forgot or are lost somewhere in a trainstation far away. No coffee vendors, no Dr. Pepper. What a stupid weekend, lazy and sad tired and mad. Miss you, longevity. Today is lost. Yesterday is lost and tomorrow looks bleak. It’s like I have plans that I had planned to attend to but they all expired last week. So fuck this. I guess I’m tired. I’m so fast but still so inconsistent. Love is a word that I think I never used right. This is false, wrong, contrived Feelings crushed, revoked, alive. Falsely prophesied feelings we didn’t feel. Nothing but happiness is real. This is what I tell myself. I wish this was true. I can’t even fool my subconscious about you. No. No. No. No. What did you mean??? What did you want??? This isn’t just my choice.been debating whether or not to post this. wrote it in '97 about bad times. Guess January inspires me, huh? Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 07:06 PM PST 0 • 1
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