Monday, March 20, 2006 // 11:52 PM

babble. boredom. glad that i can tell the difference.

someday i will stand with empty hands, and will wonder why i have been left all alone. empty of everything except big dreams, manic idealism.

once again people have retreated into shells of an endless mundanity. i'm restless, procrastination. and yet i think i should fill my days with movement, because when my body goes into lethargy, my mind quickly doubles over in stupor.

i feel like you've stopped caring about my being here. your heart and your eyes have been set over the sea. i don't know what to say, or how to relate. when i don't really share your dreams.

i think i'd just like a lazy security. all that fighting, struggling to breathe looks mighty tiring.