I want to erase the words, rewrite, and edit; To compose an orchestra of just the right notes. Long past stripped of the fragile hope of possibilities. I wonder how you sit with your hollow, high cost victories. Half-finished painting this current canvas, still I don't know what the picture is supposed to be.
Sorry if it's lame. I'm tired/bored.
Ja ne.
--Uru
Vulgar Fantasy · Wed Nov 18, 2009 @ 07:46am · 0 Comments |