keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Wednesday, Jun. 07, 2006 - 1:52 pm >>
passive obsessive

i thought and fought. i sought for answers that did not exist. the remains of my last impression are in the shape of a ghost without knees. you played the guitar like one uses a toothless comb. one by one. like the night sky surrendering itself to the morning sun. my stars also went out for you.