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By distant moon Date: 2007 Sep 18 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.18.00.42.5158]] |
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I'm likely to waste my life away chasing a pointless dream, or faking myself as a person I'm not and would never want to be. Just as likely are you to deliberately hurt me, in ways I have yet to imagine leaving only scars no one can see. I liken myself to an inmate; a cell in some far off prison, unlikely to ever hear from you unless "goodbye" or more sinister reason. The worst part about all of this is that I'm not even sure I care, I can't cry or talk about it. I can't even be upset. I'm not even sure what to be upset about. It's a free flowing form of poetic mystery. Unjust, uncalled for, and completely irrelevant. |