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| suspensionrings (profile) wrote, on 7-29-2004 at 4:29pm | |
| Wow. Wherehave and whenhave, why? Running back to the old and the cold . . . so this is where all the rotten stuff went, all the mold along the walls all the delusions all the . . . neverland. Neverland neverland neverland. The red walls will never match up to the grey. I've got to archive this shit. I read it and can barely remember writing it. Details washed away in weeks of being someone else. Who is this Chesh? What does she mean to me? Does anything mean anything anymore? I can feel him squirming under the surface, but still. One day to crash and then I'm right as rain? Am I just waiting to explode, or . . . too many questions. Tell you this. I don't believe in love. And if I did, it would scare the shit out of me. Boy, you best stop with that shit. I'm trying to do for you what God did for me. Don't turn it into something special. I'm an enabler, maybe, just this once, but I will always walk alone. I will always walk with her. You know who I mean. |
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cutlip | 07-31-04 4:23am There are days when we write things+forgethem, sometimes for the best. I personally have been a fondfuckingfanatic of your writing and hope you dont take it all down.
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suspensionrings | Re:, 07-31-04 1:06pm I wouldn't take it down. I just want it all somewhere less ephemeral than the intarweb.
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