taunting the starving traveler: a fork in the road
walden freeman
Posts: 511
dated 11-20-2007:
clocks!
clocks tick me off. t minus my heart, i'm going deaf. it's nights like these when i think about you, my throat heavier than the weight of the words i'm trying to say. i'm so gifted to wrap myself up in you, please be some sort of mirage. please be an antidote to the anecdotes of my sorry life. story after story, a fall from the roof. come on, break a window once in a while. what makes you think i can stand this storm anyway? i get carried away just writing about the wind that i've invested in paperweights by the baker's dozen. unfortunately for me my luck was already bad and now i'm really struggling but struggling is in style today but ugh, today is so last week! what the fuck am i supposed to do? disarm each clock? their strangling hands twisting could only mean if time gets ahold of me it'll twist my neck until my spine snaps. yes, i'm paranoid. i'm the worst and these thoughts are the best of the worst.
clocks!
clocks tick me off. t minus my heart, i'm going deaf. it's nights like these when i think about you, my throat heavier than the weight of the words i'm trying to say. i'm so gifted to wrap myself up in you, please be some sort of mirage. please be an antidote to the anecdotes of my sorry life. story after story, a fall from the roof. come on, break a window once in a while. what makes you think i can stand this storm anyway? i get carried away just writing about the wind that i've invested in paperweights by the baker's dozen. unfortunately for me my luck was already bad and now i'm really struggling but struggling is in style today but ugh, today is so last week! what the fuck am i supposed to do? disarm each clock? their strangling hands twisting could only mean if time gets ahold of me it'll twist my neck until my spine snaps. yes, i'm paranoid. i'm the worst and these thoughts are the best of the worst.
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