1/21/08

rotted minds and stale ideas, weak plots of surrender, render me dispassionate. I imagined it to be a greater place, a newer world, a brighter future. Instead it’s reality, sinking in  taking over low over tones of hazy days and lazy nights. spun out to dry like laundry, wishing that there were more of me to get the work done so i can play at night. neglect what you care about, stare it right in the face but pretend it’s not there. grin and bear it, stomache knowing that you are just like everyone else , fucked up not knowing where you are going but trying to pretend like you do. It sickens me, to think that i’m stuck to this spot like dirty minds looking at dirty pages. my mind rages with those twisted ideas.