Monday, April 5, 2010

I don't know

There's nothing on TV. My life might as well be in a square, plastic box for everyone to enjoy. Wild terrian hasn't stop running, I am nearly there. I want to come home and show my true meaning. Your still driving my thoughts at crash speeds. No more games, no more figuring out. Tell me what you want to happen. Tell me what you want me to do. I can't do this by myself. You can't keep something on high speed for too long. I'm suffering serious vertigo every time I get up today. I'm sitting outside with my art book, in the rain. It's beautiful. It really is.

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