Everything I breathe on turns to shit. Or maybe dust and it all just blows away. I want a room. A room in the middle of nowhere. Where no one knows me. Where no one can come up to me and say "Hey, haven't seen you in a long time. It's good to see you. Are you ok?” Yeah, I know. Thanks for that. Knew I could always count on you to bring out my good qualities. A room where no one can enter. A room where it's like moving back to an old house that you used to live in and no one knows you there. It would be in the middle of the ocean. Like its own island. If it was on land then I would just keep breathing on people and soon the whole population would turn to dust. It would have a bunch of windows so I could look out into the sunlight. Then I wouldn't have to feel guilty and horrible about it all. And I wouldn't have to remember how great their lives became after me. And I suspect that his life will be no different.L
Written on 18 November 2005 at 6:40 pm
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Quote of the moment:
Up where they walk. Up where they run. Up where they stay all day in the sun. Wanderin' free. Wish I could be. Part of that world