April 5, 2004

10:00 PM

10:00 PM

something in my heart holds me back from believing in your promises. when we’re together you don’t look me in the eye and i don’t know if its habit or because you are following a different path, one moving by quickly and just happening to intersect with me.

it doesnt take a scientist to see the science to your style.
your words sound formulated to manipulate our equation,
but i can’t decide if i’m reaching, or if i even mind.

i love you, so i believe you, but that’s purely linear. i give to you so readily i can’t be sure you’re not in it for the free love when i’m looking for you to be simply more. and i can’t believe the irony.

this is a vague, processed contemporary poetic oil spill. there’s nothing here you haven’t heard before.

[Angel of Despair]

April 6, 2004

-nods- understood. and the above i quite enjoyed.

i love how you write. beautiful. xx

two a.m.

April 6, 2004

but oil spills do refract lovely melding colors.

this is war

April 6, 2004

its so difficult when the person you want to be with is following a diffirent course than your own and you only long to be with them. that choice is so unfair. but then nothing ever is. sigh. x.

i begin.

April 7, 2004

amazing words.

minus(you)

April 7, 2004

irony’s everybodys bitch. we pass it around. thanx for the note: )

a way out.

April 7, 2004

sigh. i wish i could see what you’re seeing.<blockquotexo;

xoxo.

aiers

April 7, 2004

couldnt have put it any better. =)

i begin.

April 8, 2004

that is an excellent idea.i should have had a nirvana party.take care.

A Postmodern Heroine

April 8, 2004

No one ever says anything new anymore.It’s about how you say it.And you say it well.

split-black ribbon

April 8, 2004

“contemporary poetic oil spill,” mmm.mae = v. good.I just mean it seemed rather focused.Like it was just that person, allthem seeping out of your mind and into everythingelse. People tell me Idon’t make sense a lot.<3