~ ~ ~

I think we could be happy.
I really wouldn't be,
but you would think I was.
I would think I so too,
I can be pretty gullible,
but you must be as well.
That was mean,
but I can be terribly cruel.
Maybe I should stop.
I think we both should stop.
I think we all should stop.
Lets all just be happy.
I think we could be happy.

Down IV

Things are so different.

I needed reminder of who I am.

It seems like things changeing

was the best way to get it.

Moments like these are so fleeting,

and I’m too slow to even meet them.

So here I am,

and when winter comes,

things won’t be different.

They’ll still be changeing

much too fast for me to keep up,

but at least it will be cold.

,, ,, ,,

My tuition is unpaid

and I’ve been dropped from all my classes.

My job is run by morons

and no I’m unemployed once again.

My best friends are all gone

and I’ve been left all alone.

Life has gone to complete and utter shit

and I feel strangely content.

> > >

I've a foul taste in my mouth,
no drink to wash it out.
That's alright,
I can ignore it

The future is unsure,
but it's not as bad,
as I had thought before.
Not quite so bleak,
just a little more hope
for myself and a few others.
I'm not sure where this is going.
That's alright.
I hope I can leave soon.
I hope I can sleep soon.
I hope I can find out where this is going.
I'm feeling quite tired.
That's alright.
It means I can sleep.

The future is unsure,
that's alright,
I can ignore it.




This rhymed for a bit.
I thought that was funny.

~ ~ ~

For a few brief moments,
I could see everything with a clarity
I've never known before.

Now that moment is over,
and everything has been enveloped
in a thick dark haze.

Moments of clarity are fleeting at best,
but for those few brief seconds
I could truly say;

everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt

^ ^ ^

Now I've found out that
I was not as alone as I had come to believe.
I always said
I don't know what I'm doing anymore,
I never knew
what I was doing
to begin with.

Finally, I do know what I'm doing here;
I'm waiting.

It's been six months now,
and I know it could be six more
before everything is right,
but that's fine.
I'll wait until I can find you
wherever you are,
and tell you what I need to tell you.
I just hope by the time I find you,
it's not too late.

` ` `

I'm not sure what I'm doing here anymore.
Is there really even a point in staying?
I don't know who I'm writing this for.
Of course I do but they'll never see it.
I've been feeling ever so tired,
I think I may sleep for a while.
Maybe when I awaken there will be someone here.
No, there won't.
I don't know why I'm writing this at all.
Of course I do, but I'll still say I don't.
Lying to myself seems like the best thing to to now.
I think I may go to bed now.
My stomach feels upset.
Whatever happened to everyone anyway?
I guess they all got tired too.
Maybe I'm just late.
Maybe they're all waiting.
I sure hope so.
I know they aren't,
but lying to myself seems like the best thing to to now.
Maybe I'll just keep doing that.
Maybe I'll just go to sleep.