tonight i'll write. but my arms are next to go... and i'm swallowed.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
tonight i'll write.
tonight i'll write. and i'll let these daunting melodies crawl down inside of me until i swallow them whole. i'll try my hardest to do this before they become the ones actually swallowing me, though i fear they have already begun to. tonight i'll write; i'll write until i disappear. i'll write until i stop wondering what it is i even want to write. and it's been so long since i've tried any of this. sometimes i don't know who i am becoming; who i am; who i even want to be. and sometimes i don't even know if i care anymore... or if i ever cared. and how am i supposed to know? how am i supposed to know what i am supposed to want for myself? how am i supposed to know if you are right for me, or if i am right for you? how am i supposed to know, when i feel like i don't know anything? and am i really confused, or am i just pretending? am i just afraid? so what am i so afraid of? and i can feel my legs go out from under me; i'm being swallowed. swallowed by myself. swallowed by a voice that screams a whispering cry so faint that all i can do is feel its ache. i ache for you. i ache for me; to know me. my joys become you. my fears are set free about you and i somehow make them grow. just want me. i want you, badly.
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