Wednesday, February 07, 2007

:: into your sun ::

I've been feeling a weird sorts of late

and i've been thinking too much - even too much for sleep to be normal



because yes the hyperactivity of the mind does reflect itself in the frequency of dreams and the manifestation of the somewhat nonsensical


frankly speaking - i've been too bored too often, so pardon my being a little too jaded for your comfort.


my friends have moved on into their own fancies, leaving me behind - leaving me to wonder even further, if some of them were even really friends, to begin with.




but I guess we all grow a little older.


So I live with the dust that gathers under the moulding mess off olive green




and I live with hope of the eventful - yet I sit doing nothing to spark the desired







something is changing; I know, because I no longer seek my own demise.




....yet there Is just so little that grabs my fancy, and so little to keep me captivated long enough to remember. I am constantly moving into these many different thoughts, ideas and moods with noone to keep me in check, and


I think, finally - I've simply just lost myself.


try me, I beg you.




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spoken. at 11:58 PM