Posted by a very little sphinx on June 18, 2003, at 21:25:15
In reply to hopeless hope, posted by bobby on June 18, 2003, at 11:45:24
let's say. i'm guarded. if i open myself up too much, maybe i'll loose control of my identity, maybe i'll become human.
someone may love me and this and that, but love can't save you baby. my branches may touch others, and all of us, we may feel the sun together outstretched, and branching our boughs bend to the rain, but sooner or later my roots grow deep and hungry and--- i choke them all, poison them, and they wither and fade, and the forrest falls away from me...
it's like this... psychiastrists are distant and ardent, psychologists just tell you what you want to hear... anything to keep the patient alive and comming back...
i'm glad that i can bring something to someone's life through writing a few words... perhaps im so frightened of the real world that i enforce myself to a world filled of american magick and dread...
my father, was a history teacher he died when I was eight... my mother and i dont quite get a long, or perhaps, i don't know... how do you form a picture of your father at eight?
you see... now look what you've done, i've let a little bit of my self slip away, ...i'm weaker now. recreant.
a silly silly girl.
poster:a very little sphinx
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