Friday, October 24, 2008
quid pro quo
i take a good fucking look and see that the wounds are healed. so then i head back for more. it's going to take more than pain, so i dig the knife in myself waiting for the steady stream ... but there's nothing because egos don't bleed.
Fuck It! i scream. but you don't hear me. you hear the million and one voices that carress you instead and that is the easier path to follow. so go do it. i can't judge. i'm doing the same. where i can rest my head at night and feel loved, feel safe. just don't put me in the same category.
where i was wandering happily, now i stumble and i struggle to find my place.
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