estero

the red

one day it won't be anymore

i won't be here anymore

i always wanted to be separate, to be my own, to be an individual

but then i get sad that he's too separate from me

there is still too much space

i am not accustomed to space

what do i do with it

it makes me trip and fall and nothing to grab on to

i won't be satisfied until we're connected intravenously, our blood pumping flowing in and out of each other..


backtrack - look ahead

dani wrote 8:56 pm
Monday, Dec. 19, 2005