Thursday, January 24, 2008

current emotion:: the intro to brothers on a hotel bed- death cab for cutie

fleeting.
hopeless and destructive.
filter the words
exaggerated in my head.
exclusive,
inclusive,
you really don't want a relationship?

silent,
passing discursivly
there is no point.
everyone's words seem
distant, and faraway
it's like,
ear plugs
all their voices become muffled.



and i feel myself ----------------distant.

-once again.

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