A pencil traces graphite
most eloqently across the pages of my memories.
my longings to be.
Recently, Ive uncovered this overwelming need
for fantasy.
--
A white picket fence
a beautiful house
an oak tree.
))tire swing((
((creek?))
Carefully, I sit
and prioratize these things
these dreams awake
that torment me and
pretend that we
are the missing notes
in this symphony
while
the reality
seems to be
..
that these are just memories.
inside of a dreaming me
inside of a dreaming me.
and SHE Realizes her computers going to die
and that boys hurt my feelings, indefinatly. \
&&&&&&&&
I don't think i deserve it.
10:56 p.m. - 2011-09-12
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