� | click here for flickr! 2001-12-11 frustration. to brittle smiles. sometimes. i feel the force of my forehead splitting in two, while i send devil may care e-mails to you. knowing you wrote because you're thinking of me. but i dont' know you. y o udon't know me. these e-mails are not even shadows of what was. they're just frozen flash.. glitter. proof that hey we're ok. and i want to reach through the glittering 10101000111000 and punch you real. punch you feeling. punch you til you split open and i know you again. this is how i describe frustration. and how i shake with it. because underneath all the nailpolish -like surface talk of an evening or boogie's licking at bubbles from the bubble bath. . .. i am feeling the question ballooned in my belly "how are you?" "who are you? " "do you remember...?" [ previous� �|� � next ]
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