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2004-04-01 - 1:55 a.m. What if i was lost in what is found?Is it possible? Does it make sense? Impossible to "please the unpleasable" I'm rude, inconsiderate,happy, down, up dreamy, a nightmare... What goes on with me? So hard to keep happy... I'm wrong are they right? I'm found are they too? Longing, craving, raging Where do I go? I get misdirected does that make me lost? I get tired, does that make me weak? What's this lingering empty, what's this indescribable confusion? I'm not a writer, I'm not a poet, I'm not a peace keeper, I was sure I was I didn't realize the wave effect my happiness creates... Jealousy, rage, tears and smiles, emptiness, loneliness... what does it mean? Why do words paint an impossible analysis? I could write for days... It's two am...I'm going away, away to where? Away to what? Away... *increase the peace*
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