i dashed
April 25, 2008
across the virtual realms, thinking it might be here.
need to want
April 24, 2007
People often ask me a very natural question. It’s so natural this question probably flits through hair, brushes shoulders, tickles eardrums
What do you want?
It’s a simple question with complicated answers. But almost always. I look back, in their eye, I say
I want what you cannot give me.
Right now I want to delve into my blankets and wait for the world to end.
Drown in a multitude of sighs. But time stops for no man, the world ends for no one.
