its_a_go 38M
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4/5/2006 3:07 am

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4/10/2006 6:07 pm


line one. times a short day.
line two. the day is a long time.
its a wonder i can find the time between the two.
but its a dull moment when your juxtaposed between the time and the day. could it just be that every waking minute is exhausted before it begins? or is it just that every minute is overly worn? sometimes it seems that the curtains are too thick but the light excapes anyway. maybe its just that realization comes too dramatically, and that when its met its met like a metaphorical brick wall. i'd like to think that im the ball that wrecks the walls, but it seems, lately, im here to take the fall. perhaps i've stared into the abyss of lonliness for so long that it has stared back into myself, perhaps ive been at such a loss of lonesome that i've always been the abyss, in denial. i cant help but fathom what hand is dealt and folded for a million never won, and which hand is a million strong but a percentage loser. the times they are a changing, but im still me. maybe thats the problem. maybe its the solution, but for now its what im hanging on to.

© ITS_A_GO '06


Fox4aKnight1 44F

4/5/2006 9:49 am

sleep is a good thing *G* .....sneaks up behind ya holding a sledge hammer

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