leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I never learn I'm in flight. Looking down at people with my airplane eyes. Only in my head it's aerr-O-plane. That's me not bendable. No more backwards and inside out. No more what they want. No more pretending. Viewing you and me and us with hazy, red wine eyes, and sighs. Because know what? It's not enough. 1800 miles and counting from Not Even Close. Once it was. I would squint and make pictures out of spilled paint. You should see how beautiful I can make it when I close my eyes. But it gives me a headache and it's too much now. The pleasure doesn't equal the pain. I should've known that. I feel so foolish and slow. No more looking through a flutter of lashes. Blood is blood and not everyone's heart is pure. Some people will eat you alive just to have something to lick off their lips. 10:41 a.m. - June 01, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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