Subject | what |
DateCreated | 5/27/2008 9:11:00 PM |
PostedDate | 5/27/2008 9:05:00 PM |
Body | somebody bring me a compass I don't even know what's right I think that I've stopped thinking and now I'm not sure what to think Is it happy is it nothing is it somewhere I've not been before or is it more the same than I had thought? I really think that I should start thinking Is there really no moving forward? because walking backwards can bring the walker many hazards already now I don't know where I am or where I'm supposed to be I don't even know where I was headed only now do I remember that I was in a dark place oh my own confusion I clearly and precisely imagine crying before I sleep this isn't even poetry it's more a confession a thought that I can barely keep inside who am I that puff meets a dusty wind and is lost with no reply. and my mind makes no effort assuming there is no reasonable answer to find. I've forgot or in ignorance have avoided all ways to remind myself. |