Friday, November 03, 2006
i realise i'm allowing myself to perpetuate a self constructed make belief: unrealistic notions of the past, unrealistic intepretations of the present and unrealistic hopes for the future. I really wonder why i repeatedly permit myself that tinge of doubt. There's really a reason why i have not been able to write like i use to: no one deserves any prose of mine. Superficiality marks my words these days.
Disillusioned with everything,
I'm tired of running.
Never ceased waiting,
Transient is having.
9:02 PM
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