||[Jan. 19th, 2010|12:59 am]
Fell out of love (or lifted my head out at least, through distance and short attention span), fell into infatuation|
with the barely present idea of a pretty girl i know once removed
never mind, sign of the times, moving on.
Always having a file open helps me write little things
train untrained or derailed number 11
She sits there
in soul-dead light of laptop stare
and a hard drive littered with unfinished atrocities
the abortion glow of winter upon her
a pallor, if you will,
and wastes away
like soap in dish
day by day, (or wash by wash,)
until no-one wants to use her
and she is left to harden
and dry out
cracked upon her shelf.
i didn't say good things, just things though, uhuh.
pizaa, garlic bread, beer, about to roll a doobie (nothing wring with calling it a doobie), fact.
some time later he returns, nevermind x