October. 31. 2005
Yes.
As a matter of fact
I was productive today.
I kept my heart beating
And I kept filling my lungs with air.
I went for a walk
Down by the river
Where fear flows
And I saw you sitting on a rock
your long hair covering your face.
Lost
i put my hands onto your shoulders
touch is more ancient than
Words
You said.
In an age
Where
Iloveyou
Barely permeates brains and veins
I’d prefer a world
With mouths
Sewn shut
There would be less pain.
And love would still,
resonate loudly off of the canyon walls
into the soundproof sky.
I’m currently signaling
Out of the fast lane.
The speeders
Are all leading me
Nowhere.
My odometer reads 13 00 666.
Ive driven myself to superstition.
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