my inertia is my misery.
1 May, 2007 (Tuesday) - No Responses
and i desire the feel of his imperfection.
god, why can’t i escape from this extended static pattern i’m stuck in?
i need to face up to reality and let the resignation fester.
someone, make me give up these feelings.
his denial can’t be any more blatant.
so why can’t i let my inclinations evaporate as painlessly?
i’ll bet it doesn’t hurt at the other end.
because i’m without existence in his world.
and i breathe in only grey.
