Monday, July 17, 2006
another stop sign

sometimes i wonder what the hell i'm really doing, what the hell i'm really playing at.

so what if you could see what i (sometimes) wish you would? i change my mind a lot. all you'd see is a lot of fog and a little silver lining.

the only constant is change.

i need something tangible to cling on to. clutchable. something i can sink my frightened fingers into, something i can bruise and scar and call my own.

and basically frighten the shit out of everyone else.

how do you keep moving if you keep tripping? you spend more time picking yourself up than actually moving forward.. or back.

so i've made up my mind. no dreams. it's not my lot to dream.
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