reincarnate loss and how it is to feel dead alive.
Monday, Mar. 24, 2003
my words miss creating the shape of your face in nights of panic and malaise ... i find no syllables to cover all of you. but in this flimsy awake state of living and hoping, i recount our past misdeeds and never miss a beat with our swift sort of love. i'm having a countdown of days left before i see you. three two one couldn't bring me to you, and here i am left stranded with this open wound.
if we always believed what is really true, perhaps you'll be someone new soon, and we'll meet twice in the same life. wouldn't that rock our plans just the way we always thought it should be?
one day, i'll have you again, and you'll have me ... if we have to wait until the end of the world to look into each other's eyes, it could be like tomorrow forever.
