Friday, May 19th, 2006
12:57 pm
Death Appeal
What do you call a life infused with thoughts of not being here tomorrow?
Someone who burns everyday till the wick is surronded in a puddle of hot wax on the floor....
Watching the sun rise and set ....making strange journeys into the night and early mornings cold winds and street lamps our companions.
One place to another at light speed...together we need...to belive that we wont be here tomorrow to reap what we have sewn...
but if you sew the good right up into everything you know ...then what would you call it? selfless creature here to have a good time and help others realize their potential...tortured by sleepless nights and days that are far to bright...someone with the death appeal....who cant be stopped till there is no alternative...
As if everyday were my last and everynight a transition into almost there.
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