an empty dream in text a nameless emotion an expression of love an angry, maddened notion meaningless lines on paper being destroyed and made expressing a fantasy more than words could have said a holder of miracles scratch, fold and scrunch a vessel of expression i even wrap your lunch wood, clay and graphite a world i can make broken, chewed and shaved a heart i can break
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Some time away from here might do me some good. Gotta come back with a clear head and stop letting people take advantage of me and my weakness. This trip was booked super last minute like yesterday night around 9pm. I cant wait to board the flight and shop, eat and rot. I might even come back with a new lover or something... ha ha kidding. I hope this trip will do me some good. See ya when i see ya guys. ha ha. LOVES!