Sep 27 2008
∞
suitcase resides next to my dresser, it’s been 2 months
it’s a feeling, hung after some time together/it’s not good this time, could sleep it off/but i am here feeling it all
hi as he comes closer, it’s new/can’t engage completely, he might be lost too/but i am here now, feeling this all
ingesting each particle, it fucks you/wanting more, but there’s no control/and the want is what i hate, feeling it more
wanted to say, i’m done/the above kills me, kills my grace and independent show/so i state not engaged, thank you, not in full color.
half way packed.
