I'm busy...but feel lonely
I'm smart...but have moments of stupidity
I jump, I hop, sometimes I skip, only in my mind.
I'm tired...always always tired.Grasping for words...something intangible.
I can't hold them, I can't use them, they just are.
In the end, so am I.
I just am.
BECAUSE SOME PIECES ARE MISSING, BECAUSE OTHERS FIT SO WELL TOGETHER IT LEAVES ME SPEECHLESS. BECAUSE I'M FIGURING OUT HOW TO MAKE IT ALL WORK.
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Posted by Wiski at 9:20 AM
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