i feel poetic today
and why shouldn't i? after all i guess it's celebratory I don't feel empty for once.
i stumble over my words because i've cut my fingers and bruised my elbows. and when my teeth tumble out to greet your fist as they've always done wil be happy then? my throat closes. my heart closes and turns to stone
i'm becoming less forgiving as the numbers increase. soon i will be nothing b ut a machine and you will be able to do nothing but mourn, cry on your hands and knees as i turn to face the sunset. i wish i was one of these beautiful little things that giggle and purr when held. i will merely push you away.
still freezing after all this time i'm sensing a theme here.
words disguise my desires. i love them and need them.
move onward from here.
