May 04, 2006

#26: I've thought hard about it, how 'bout you?
May 04, 2006

So many times I've sat down in front of a cold, cold piece of glass, hoping to think of something - just something - that I would treasure for ever. That I won't look at it ten years from now, and spit at the very first sight of it.

So many times I see people do things they've always wished they could do. And so many times I will ask myself," Where's my turn?"

No fingernails to wipe away the blood on the tip of my fingers; no gum to stick each of my teeth, now as white as bones of the dead, onto their rightful places, bringing them back to live; and no joints to finally complete this jigsaw puzzle of an infinte peices in me together again.

Yes, no nothing.

4:43 p.m.

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