Current mood:	blank
Current music:	azure ray, yes.

dazed
they told me to rip open my skin and take apart my insides.
but my insides feel like knives and i've had so many promises
that i could have really moved so bladefully, rightfully swift.
a sharp, yet faint proclamation. i could have moved.
i saw the eyes of hope, a notice, this other being,
but i stopped where i could take my insides and chop it up,
cut the wire, stop the flow. i took it as far as
my feelings could.
unless they didn't.

and all of those, which didn't stop,
turned out to haunt my worst nightmares and
attempt to take over in the guise of comfort.
all of those which stopped with me,
i
could
have kept going.


and that scares me,
it's not really that i could have
it's that i probably needed to.


and that which is my heart,
i could have been seeing such different away messages
such different concerns,
and my life will swirl around these.

even still, i feel my arm around
a waist, walking fast down court street
with a tearful girl. and now look at me,
i feel like i don't know
what i want.
(they say we just know what we
are supposed to want.)



so
if you want it
then take it.





"how are you two doing?"
let's keep changing the subject
because i'm better at these things.