feeling slightly detached and lonely lusting after the girl at the computer terminal in front of me while unshaven with wine stains on my shirt.
ciggerettes and tv.
grocery lists longer than my paycheck
my date book as blank as fresh snowfall.
its not enough to be liked, i tell myself,
i want to be understood.
i want to understand.
go to church and act like an injured animal.
verbal assaults at anyone near.
i wish they'd just leave me alone, i tell myself
but they have, i keep going to them.
i hold onto mirror reflections
thats all that i have left.
nothing but images and presentation
i am no one but who you think i am.
where there is no future there is no consequence
when there is no sleep there is always more wine.
where there is God i stand with spear and sheild ready to pick a fight.
2:57 p.m. - 2005-09-10
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