|07-22-2005, 02:20 PM||#1 (permalink)|
Join Date: Feb 2004
the screams only reach me when I’m sober. I need to move past this all. until than I guess I’ll only feel safe when clutching a bottle. what’s in it? who cares. I only wish to put it all behind me these days.
there is no more security in fleeting shadows. but I guess I am one myself. I am unsafe these days.
having to learn to speak again can become one hell of a hindrance, but I guess there is a price to pay for reckless behavior. does living count as reckless these days?
I can’t really make promises anymore. eternity is simply another place I won’t see. do I have nothing to swear by these days?
Coagulation is like a drug these days.
One note timeless, came out of nowhere...