"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often."
— Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Be like the brother, I never had.
Where am I?
I just don't know. _____________
Waiting for it again and again... the night had opened up and swallowed us whole again. we fought through impenetrable darkness praying for a speck of light. until I gave up lost in the faint light left in those eyes. I can't wait to fail you. to never live up to your expectations. no two people could love each other more could they? one final slow dance into oblivion.
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