| terrible thought |
| funny, though, how every little glowing thing i am could float away like this... leaving me here, dangling (lost), like a star with no midnight... never would have dreamed that my dreams would live for me taking on my life to it's own end consumption an implosion; my life like a balloon across the rim of a black hole... these dreams sucking me through pink latex and stale secondhand air...into godknowswhat(orwhere). yes...funny, how everything almost seems to work out in it's own wierd way just enough for a taste of how sweet joy could be... yet never quite enough to sate your soul before -snatch!- and it's gone. |