Thursday, March 08, 2007
InwardConfloption
Run within the tracks carpented in me. You will see, I'm nowhere close to love; I shouldn't have been a participant. Sometimes, words don't approach in slits and cuts, they come in shots; unknown hurried shots. At the end of the day, where does confusion goes?
Disconnections in-between ought to be abandoned. Emotional rivalry, dying over's no way. Complacency's branded necessity, everyone's waiting to sight our mistakes. If I could leave emotions stick untouched on the ground. You don't make loneliness any way easier to bear.
If you think end of the journey's our destination; Sorry baby, I think otherwise.
Who says emotional tools cure.(?)
Somebody please, keep me sane. Would somebody please. Keep me sane.
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