November 2011
just read ‘Living Dead Girl’ by Elizabeth Scott ……. i’m scared
in the midst of this nothing; this miss of a life, still there’s this one thing: just to see you go by. it’s almost like lovin’, sad as that is may not be cool but it’s so where i live. it’s like i’m your lover, or more like your ghost. i spend the day wonderin’ what you do, where you go. i try and just kick it but what can i do? we’ve all got our...
and who can say what dreams are? wake me in time to be lonely and sad. and who can say what we are? this is the season for dreaming. and now our bodies are the guilty ones who touch and color the hours. then whisper some silver reply …
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Maybe you were all faster than me we gave each other up so easily and silly little wounds will never mend i feel so far from where i’ve been so i go, and i will not be back here again i’m gone as the day is fading on white houses; i lied, put my injuries all in the dust in my heart it’s the five of us in white houses.
