down, down, up or down?
I know I'm weighing myself down
digging up those times I'd long since buried
The memories seem to strangle me and lead me to the floor
I'm understating myself,
I forget what it's like living in my body at my core.
What am I doing here?
I'm waiting, always waiting
digging up those times I'd long since buried
The memories seem to strangle me and lead me to the floor
I'm understating myself,
I forget what it's like living in my body at my core.
What am I doing here?
I'm waiting, always waiting
posted by Forrest at 10:11 PM
3 Comments:
Psssst! Uh, can you keep a secret? I'm not sure if that Lord of the Flies is mine. However, I will gladly trade your Ishmael back for it. That means you HAVE to come and see us.
Bwahahahaha.
Oh. And I like this post.
Is the travel stub with the name of a certain "unspeakable" person leave any clue to whom the book actually belongs?
and.. thanks. I do a lot of freewriting outside of this blog in my handwritten journal and this was in there. I thought it could use a home on the 'tubes.
I like it R.
I am glad that you free-write still even to this day.
You have such a mind.
You have (more lately than ever) this way in which you put words together to form a perspective that otherwise wouldent occur to the listener.
odd person you are (R).
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