theangus

I don't have anything to say really, since I didn't really do much today but sit around and hang with friends. This week has gone by surprisingly quickly, I'm not sure why, I guess my in and out depression has made time slow down and fast forward.

hopefully I can spend some time with the SGNCers, since it's been much too long since I've chatted with any of em.

oh well, here's another poem I wrote about two days ago, tell me what you think.

tear off little pieces of me
til there's nothing left to take
break the bones that hold me up
til there's no bone left to break
pick off every taste bud
til I cannot taste the air
it feels like this when I'm with you
but I always want you here
so cut off every phone line
til I can't hear the outside world
and break all of the radios
because the songs are ones we've heard
and rip down all the photos
so beauty becomes you
and give me my 35 millimeter
so I can remember who
who you were once in my life
I cut you off for good
so now I listen for a song to describe you
because only music could