What if instead of spreading the pollution of drunken dissillusions through staggering stammering text messages sent true I wrote every revealing and ridiculous word down and saved them til one day they slipped out and found their way into your hands. How would you think of me then? The same ideas conveyed again and again. More true to me than you, but if I could prove that they were true then what would be left for us to do? Would you catch a red eyed flight merely to be with me tonight, or would the passing words stay out of mind since they were out of sight. Blank stares and blank screens in the waking light.
Posted on Thursday, 30 April 2009
