cause I always sit next to someone breast feeding or eating a hot dog.
POST FROM Friday, July 09, 2004
Cheap Literature
The life of a girl
It was eleven am when she finally woke up. Morning seemed unreal in her eyes, for she could not believe she was still alive.
She used to say, always find a reason to shower everyday.
Or Go ahead exhale that pain you have in your guts out, it's not easy but I'll help you try.
And she knows meals, laughs, stares come and they go, but there is something stable at night she will cry.
Life had forgotten to bring the good parts, it was a desert under water, it was a dessert made for no one.
And it wasn't fair, no it was not rare.
She asks herself what to do next every time she feels the sky is falling down. One could suppose friends would always stay, lovers would find their way, angels would take care, problems would be solved with dare. But her eyes knew better, she wasn't going to stop and wait God's letter. "I'll find a way in time!". An hypocrisy, she was way to paralyzed.
Her own fears of loving a wrong gal put her down a train's track. All she wanted, needed was love, just love. Oh no no no, that's not how the world works.
People got older and left the ville, or they died. She felt responsible each time. Cause what's the medicine for pain after death, what's the answer you will take she was just fake.
She felt fake and a waste of time in everybody’s life. Her pain was there where she had let it grown all that time. It had never been left loose anywhere, a refugee in her body still.
I wonder where she is now, maybe when I die I can tell if I see her walking alone in the sand of the sea. Maybe I'll ask her please give this old gal a break, give me a reason to be dead.
8/13/05 - It's probably not a great idea not to go to your medical appoitment when you get the best job they could have probably offered you, just because you want to mantein that perfect record of never taking a blood test.
