2005-10-25
not cons
this is terrible, but it goes here.
I inhale deep
sight released
feel unease
pit in stomach
goodness in that
alive; vibrant; wont
so real of a feel
can't not care
enemy of time
skewed rationality
not in the now
lingering reproachably
hope drips
absorbed self
unavoidable regret
o the beauty
in being this naive
young, oblivious.
painstakingly pure
mentally corrupt
assert innocence
it does exist
creation so poignant
nothing yield something
fueled by hope
so unfounded
miserably wrong
scraping realities
outside obliterates
no; no; no.
claims of truth
nonexistent past
now is time
hope is stench
woven ridiculously
smell so pungent
trapped in eyes
steadfast and clear
passion heart pumps
don't deny
savor, appreciate
exhale now.
leesah-likes at 11:21 p.m.