Monday, February 12, 2007
It doesn't feel right
Holding someone else's hand
Together on phone lines
And living at two opposite ends
It scares me to think that you could find takers
Other than me and better than me
But your head is elsewhere
And I'm talking enough for both of us
When will you see it's not so easy for me
You're careless and whispered
Insulting and bruising
And I thought that you said
Things were improving
These laces are untied
But my feet are still walking away
Away...Do some of you wonder what I do at home? I watch people, that's what I do. This morning, I woke up in time for lunch and found a construction worker smashing one of our dining room tiles into pieces. I didn't realize its crack before this happened. Well, they're replacing the tile now.
Is this image too dark? This monitor is pretty dark.
Anyway, I went out and saw
manymanymany plants.
I don't know what's going on around. Maybe I should just stick to pressing between the pages of
my Physics textbook. Thanks. Ah, yes. I'm going to Poveda tomorrow morning for an interview. This ought to be exciting.
4:44 PM
boombox generation:
Is this image too dark? This monitor is pretty dark.
I don't know what's going on around. Maybe I should just stick to pressing between the pages of my Physics textbook. Thanks. Ah, yes. I'm going to Poveda tomorrow morning for an interview. This ought to be exciting.