This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.

Monday, February 8, 2010

4:54

Do you remember how good it felt that one night
Where nothing mattered and we were best of friends
And we found out things about ourselves
About each other
But we could still be next to one another.
I won’t forget that.
As I lie here bathed in dim light.

Do you think that’s possible again
I just need to give you time and not force it
We need to grow again.
We need time to grow again
And it’s hard man
As I lie here bathed in dim light


I know we need to grow again
And it's hard man
I feel the pangs of fear creeping in
As my room turns so gray again
My world's corners are pulling in

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