what is weighing here? why does it bend my thoughts so? i am exhausted and have no desire to waste. waste is dreadfully penetrating. no more seeping into my pores and entering (even the) veins that allow for everything else. i need and crave rejuvenation and rest. the haunting of the preexisting and preliminary and predisposing.
i feel the weight and it does me no good.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
(ugh)
Posted by Kimberly at 11:00 AM
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