Blinded in the darkness of my mind.
Conscious in the light of those prying eyes.
I wonder.
Am I really getting better?
Or is it merely a pass off?
New thoughts.
Old problems.
Lustful insights.
I’m getting carried away.
It’s different, pretentious and quintessentially threatening.
I can’t stop it.
I miss being what I was.
I feel like I’ve become less funny or perhaps too serious. Probably both
Am I done with my fixations?
Am I just hanging around for the heck of it?
I don’t know who I am anymore.
I feel all poignant and mature.
I feel all grown up.
I feel old.
posted by J @ 2:08 pm
Comments: 5
5 Comments:
Me too.
:-)
lol.. nice discalimer
BTW, tile the background image. Doesn't look good on a 1280x1024 screen
you are just drunk...
tomorrow, everything will be fine.
-ATG
Ahhh madam..i lovvu the new look (or has it been on for a while) sowwie...been busy. How art thou?
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