Sunday, January 29, 2006

: Vessel ::

I've been trying.

But i guess there's only so much a person can do.

I think resignation to a state of loss comes close, and i think maybe i should've just let things slide in the first place.

I hate seeing the lifeless-ness, i hate seeing things happen the way they do and i especially hate the feeling of knowing that there's always something more when there probably isn't.

I'm standing at the farside looking at how dead and hardened the planks are. I'm looking at the rope and twine and noticing how dry this season's been.

I've got my hand in the right pocket, and itchily i twitch to take out my lighter.

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spoken. at 9:05 AM