fragments of my imagination are falling
like brittle stars across a fragile sky
i'm uncontrollably laughing;
how can a young girl (woman?) loose
her mind at such a vital stage?
maybe someday i'll recover it again -
like a prehistoric fossil, buried
in a shroud of denial and hate.
i shouldn't need your
touch, taste, and tears
to help me spill ink
or create a canvas of beauty
(it should all be within me)
but i long for the muse
who massaged the crevices of my heart
with a few verses and poems.
nobody sings anymore.
____________________________________
going to be gone for a little while, and i may not feel like updating. don't be looking for me.
like brittle stars across a fragile sky
i'm uncontrollably laughing;
how can a young girl (woman?) loose
her mind at such a vital stage?
maybe someday i'll recover it again -
like a prehistoric fossil, buried
in a shroud of denial and hate.
i shouldn't need your
touch, taste, and tears
to help me spill ink
or create a canvas of beauty
(it should all be within me)
but i long for the muse
who massaged the crevices of my heart
with a few verses and poems.
nobody sings anymore.
____________________________________
going to be gone for a little while, and i may not feel like updating. don't be looking for me.
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anyway. i came back to the site. i like your new name better then milk doll. although that was cool too. anyway. if you are back to floating around, i was wondering if there were any cool clubs up in saint louise. no cruiser hangouts please. there are enough of those down here. i was thinking about wondering up there for a weekend soon, see what it's like. And by soon i mean a couple of months... i know it's only like four hours away, but i never have time...
anyway. glad to see your still around. hope shit looks up for you.
later.
oh, and people do sing. you just have to listen, even though most of the time, you may not like what you hear.
[Edited on Jan 13, 2006 9:29PM]