Thursday, August 17, 2006
If you stay, the walls will admit their cracks, see it forming, already on their lips.
I've become infatuated with the sound of my own heartbeat and if I can't hear my self breathe then I start to drown in the rest of the world's exhale. I'm trying to go butterfly but cocoons are so damn hard to find when you're not looking for them....

Forgive me for that.

Anyways, I started keeping a journal, and I'm not really much for blogging. Maybe the mood will end shortly, but I don't think I'm going to be updating much for a while.

Thanks.


1 Comments:

Blogger Grace said...

I miss you already.

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