2004-11-22 - 10:50 p.m.
why don't YOU say what YOU mean? i've done that so many times before and look where it's got me, an honorable mention and relinquishing my king. i have backed up in this battle so many times there are no more corners left to dust for my footprints have scuffed around in them so much dust has lifted and sunshine warms the planks. "so you walk the planks," you said and i shot back, "yeah! blindfolded!" not that that took you by surprise. nothing about me surprises you anymore and honestly that's so unsettling because i don't even know who i am. all i see now are white flags flying up in my direction. there is no savior, if there was i'm pretty positive my name would have flown up around there by now and there just haven't been any answers floating back down. so HOW can you tell me to lighten up when the only time you can get off the ground is when you have a joint in one hand and a red bull in the other? "erin-" he said, "you have to learn how to breathe, i'm going to teach you how to breathe." i just want him to unwrap his fingers from around my neck, so i don't really know what the hell he's talking about.
your voice sounds like an acoustic guitar. hollow and small as it rises and falls on the right words. it fits the mood whenever you need it to and when you open it up it’s raw like a beginner’s chord.
