October 7, 2002

  • I have no reason to give and no words for the despair.  I simply reached a point where I didn't care, and it didn't matter.  The end of youth and the beginning of a new age of wisdom.  Not quite, yet still it hovers in the background like a lost shadow.

     

    When the sun is bright and the air is cool and strong, I find comfort in what I know, and solace in that which I don't.  I pick up the pieces where I left them lay and discard that which I no longer own.  A tearful goodbye, a bit of a sigh, and then I am alone.  Alone with thoughts that haunt my monsters out of sleep.  A forgotten way to dream.

     

    The wind is cool, the sun is hot and I am stuck somewhere in between the cracks of an aged and whithered tree.  One day this trunk will be my own.

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mschif

What?

I AM still paranoid,
though reasons changed.
I'm paranoid that they'll figure out the language
and patterns of
me,
and I'll forget to rea
r r
ange.

Then I'll just be textbook.

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