only later can you even see it sitting there alone on
its own line singular isolated a fact drained of color
affect affection not bothering to try to avoid it
anymore why? she said you will find yourself asking that over
and over but why? and I see that but why? until you stop
asking stop wondering stop caring how much or how little the pain and then without warning what you've been praying for
begging for dying for happens it's gone just like that
nothing left nothing left to remember you by nothing left
nothing right nothing wrong nothing doing but you know you
are changed and you know you will never be the same as...
you falter you try to remember as what? there was something
on the tip of your tongue on the edge of morning once...
seal (william orbit mix) - crazy
posted by Christopher Locke at #
Thursday, October 20, 2005