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By mandilove Date: 2004 Feb 29 Comment on this Work [[2004.02.29.21.15.32327]] |
| Molly says I just need to stop looking. Let the good come to me. I can't keep up with myself anymooore;it's like mesh. Horizontal tendencies of the old me clash with ideas about the way I think I should be. And, seeping through it are experiences I'm supposed to be catching, memories I'm supposed to be making. But, I can't handle that. People give me their hand;I shy away. Don't want that hand... until it's gone, then I complain, then I whine. Apparently, all I need are options, not realities. |