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By distant moon Date: 2005 Mar 03 Comment on this Work [[2005.03.03.22.48.1237]] |
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I tried to hard and lost it. She could've been anyone, anywhere...almost anytime. But instead, it wasn't her, it was me. It was my insecurities. My delusions that kept me dreaming. My impeccable ineptitude for insufficiencies. And now I'm lost in a sea and it'll be soon too deep. I'd dig my way out, if but only for the drowning. The problem is that I'm not even sure anymore. It's like I'm stuck in a purgatory of 'unsure'. There once was always and forever, death. And now there is 'don't forget' and barely speak. Or is that all in my head? Hell, I'm almost impossible to talk with...talk at. Talk about conversationalists. Who knows what the future holds. There are others with much worse, and others with far more. Maybe mine is but a dream and a star lit pathway. For the path too narrow and the wide footed falter. But I'll tumble along. I'll tumble on. |