Monday, April 30, 2007

Spur

Alone as usual. Not that I miss company, I just have nothing to look forward to. Except ahead. So far, I've wrecked everything I have begun. Usually I leave things unfinished, but it's all in bad shape, and I don't feel like leaving. Nobody stays for anyone anymore unless they really expect something and is assured of it.

I shouldn't have let down my guard. I am only a pawn.

Days ago I was self-satisfied.

Words. Words. Words. All blunt. Don't hang on to them, it's free, though they put blood behind your cheeks. It's the hand that you most need. They can part you hair, and wipe your tears, and still put blood behind your cheeks. Spare me from your words. I don't need it. Don't take my word for it? Come closer and you'll see.

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