Thursday, August 30, 2007

I wish I had a billion birthdays all at once

Doubtful. moving down on your list of priorities. i love driving after hours. its not so much as an obsession as a way to hold on. no matter what they won't leave. they won't make you feel small. in their eyes you're larger than this. youre greater than what the naked eye can see. put yourself under a microscope. its easier to forget you. though ive never forgotten. think of me when you sight the smog covering my city. i am lake michigan. i am the broken faces on the streets. i am everywhere. and you are everything to me. i still can't remember a smile that made me feel okay. finally a rest without the birds. without the shattering shivers. without you lurking in the dark. (if only, if only) OJ was never more than a simpson. until now. why can't i breathe? breaking. and hurt and hurt and hurt and hurt.