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11:30 p.m. : 2002-10-28
I walk through the halls of the wide web and I don’t know anymore who is who and who’s watching their clock when they tick off their words to me. Who’s in a hurry, and which person really cares? Why any of what I type matters to anyone or how it changes anything. Some days I want to stop it all. Forget every soul I cared about. Forget everything as quickly as I lose myself.
I don’t think you even read my words here. And I don’t know why I keep coming back with my long skirts flowing in my sorrowful need to remember you and not let go.
Maybe I’m hopeless and have too many words crawling out onto the edges of my eyelashes. My thoughts commit suicide over you. They jump from each baby haired edge and for a brief moment butterfly wings grip the rush of air and then I land despite my doubt. On my feet straight down and your name, your name is all I’m shouting out.
Then ...I just stand here and wait. Wait. Wait. Because time is nothing when you are not here. Time is just a ticking off of words.
No one knows whom I love or what I want. But you do. You do. You.
me
maybe i have too much to give
my windows are dirty
you are so hard to see
oh...but they are still cracked open
waiting for your breeze
