home | | | | | |archive | | | | | |profile | | | | | |notes | | | | | |previous | | | | | |next


2009-07-25
pervy blue raincoat


Call me forgotten. A light too weak to fill the bulb. Waiting is a disease. I don't want to talk with anyone. I don't want to be remembered, recalled. I feed my handwriting to the hand that wrung it out.

No more, please. I can't stand not knowing you.

Let me go away, okay? Let me go away and down. And let me stay there before anyone notices I'm missing from Monday.



previous | next