December 2, 2004

• photoperiodism

  in my heart.

  tired of analyzing
  tired of excuses
  tired of being the stuntman

  tired of conditional love

  i'm done
  somehow

  something needs to change
  to be very different

  my leaves are changing color
  in winter

  nothing will be "good enough"

  I'm casting off.
  the ambiguity of these sails
  is not worth staying on the shore.

  i'm tired.

  love.
  why am I so bad at it?

  humanity has taken a serious blow in my heart.

  autumn has been late.
  photoperiodism:
  death can be beautiful.

  lifelifelife

  nomorewords

  • 10:43 pm
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