ultimately, it's all about you
listening to:
silence
mood:
intoxicated.
2007-01-28 - 1:51 a.m.
and the fighting and the name calling and the bath tub luring. the make goods and the call backs and the sirens that deck the streets at 2 am on a sunday morning. crash into me. hundred dollar bills strewn over the bed and floor, kiss me, and make me feel the worth- the work, the time spent pampering and loving and chasing and wondering--- why? ultimately-- its about me... it's about you. i come into you."u up?" nothing. i was expecting a call- there was nothing, and there's nothing to come home to- except these material things that i call home, and i wonder... yeah... i still wonder. Are you my best friend forever? are you still there for me? these suggestions, these fantasies... these life long questions that come up and up and over again. i wonder. i wonder. new glasses. new hair color, new body. this L.A. lifestyle is tiresome and high maintanence. the viens in my hands flowing with blood, like yours and like the ones i love.
rubber bands keep those parts together... what happens when they fall apart and disappate into the past into the future... and we are never stopped.... we like to think we can take a break but this time thing... it keeps going on and on.
and i refuse the advances. and i think of the ones that got away. and i think of how i keep getting away.
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