;and now this is for the hearts still beating.

Monday, January 28, 2008

If words could kill, then i think some people are just good at stabbing.
But no matter how deep such wounds are created, i'll carry on, pulling the (whatever) thing right out, only to put it to my own use.
I've seen it all moved and shifted.
I've felt it all troubled and disturbed.
I've heard the beauty and the gnarly.
I've spoken my words. In all honesty.
I've been on cloud 9 in a sec and something/somehow/someone just kept pulling me back down to ground zero again.
Frustrating it is, this on-going process.
and for the quadranth time, i hope not to taste another bitter end.

if it does..
fuck. i dont even want to think about it.

posted at 11:25 PM by rasoool