July 12, 2003

i can't write how i feel

but if you could imagine someone screaming running down a hallway carrying a sledgehammer, beating the walls haphazardly as they run, not running from anything, not running to anything, just running because there is nothing else to do, destroying because there is no reason to create, running not fromorto because you have to do something, just lying there all the time isn't something, and nothing ever works out, and even if it did, what fucking difference would it make? what difference has anything ever made?
so i run screaming, destroying as fast as i can because that's all there is

Posted by orion at July 12, 2003 11:27 AM | TrackBack