Friday, October 23, 2009


I want to know if it all really matters. Can this be it? In the path of a freight train that supposedly exists I forget to cry. Open doors and slam them shut this is what is real. I would like nothing better than to say I’m just an unmotivated loser, but this is not the case. Fear the lines that hold you here. Place a paper on a stove and light it on fire, does this really help. Take the ashes and mix them with a few drops of water and camouflage yourself from the world. Hold your head high because no on can see you anymore. Fear of the unknown is no longer an issue.

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