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By Stephen Date: 2003 Oct 05 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.05.02.37.26364]] |
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Why did we break? It's morning now. Groundhog Day. Must be almost 2 years later. I'm confused at this time every other day. I'll remember when I fade back to reality. Out of a dream world where things mean everything and nothing and life's rules cease to persist. I see things that remind me of you. So many things I should of thrown out ages ago. Why do I keep these trinkets that don't serve purpose. As useless as dreams. As they remind me of why we were together, but not why we broke. Why did we break? Will it come back as I stare my sleepy state down in this mirror? I see some foreign beast. It must coexist with that guy and you in my dreams in some fantasy way. I chew on thoughts and cereal. They're both bitter and empty of flavor. I think I'm starting to understand. No. I don't care. As I leave my house and live I still don't care. And I don't care why we broke. And I don't care why I break. I just don't care... And I lay again |