well, actually I dont

I think...
I think
I may have it all figured out.
O think I, may have it done and figured.
But I think
also
that it dont matter whats out and whats in,
and I wish that I might know you again.

a gasp

the gasp
was all I could really
muster

hiding my head
caught up in a song, only I heard...
fingers too weak to touch.
and a life
completely shattered.

many times
and for many reasons
the many wandering voices
took up, made time
and rang out in my ears, my hands, my eyes.


i thought if I could speak so clear
my words would matter.

OH FUCK