this is where we look for things
02.15.02 - 11:33
people get so worked up about the stupidest things. people are so stubborn. i mean, really. you're all just dying, slowly (or quickly). and when i say you i mean we, of course. we are all dying. i'm obviously listening to suede. or maybe it wasn't that obvious to you. sometimes i feel sorry for you. sometimes i love you so much i can't breathe. sometimes you make me want to cry but i couldn't tell you why. i'm sorry. i didn't mean for that to rhyme.
i'm listening to portishead, i'm letting the water roll down, i'm reading your poems and bleeding beige. i like to go to amazon.com and see maya's store even if it makes me cringe and want to puke at the same time. i am thirsty and there's never water in this glass when i need it. times like this are when you say 'goddamn' and put some william orbit on, i recommend pieces in a modern style and am partial to barber's adagio for strings.
i don't know what happened. it was a little like meltdown. i'm losing touch with you and i don't remember the last thing you said to me, i don't remember the last thing i said to you. you love me harder than i can love you back but you love me harder than i could love anybody back.
hey. sometimes i think we'll forget each other and sometimes i wonder if it matters. sometimes i think that if i just keep on running fast enough, far enough, i'll get away from it all and then i'll turn around and find what i'm really looking for. i don't know where you're running to but i don't know where i'm going either. so maybe i'll see you on the other side.
