|12-10-2006, 09:01 PM
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Cliche at its finest
Today, i wa sin the car going through woodstock.
I found out what i have always been looking for.
But its hard to say really. Theres lots of things i'd like to say to someone, but i cant either.
Have you ever had the feeling of utter solititude
even in the midst of everyone.
Has time ever stopped, as you thought about someone, and how
life could be panned out, or about how soemthing could just go wrong.
Like waking up, on the side of the road
screeming what the **** happened. I once ahd something.
Or the feeling of abandonement, that everytime i go to sleep i feel, ever since i have been ten.
To find the place, the plac ei think about
i think its impossible, but nothings impossible.
the shadowy pine, and the scent of a crisp winters day, with a fire, and candlelight. slowly and a friendly knock on the door, and you see. you see the light
Call me a fool, or not a man, but i look at how things are going, and i cry.
I cry for the times that we can never have.
and the death, that creeps
on to us all.
How, if my life playe dout as i thought today
i think.. i could finnaly be happy
We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.