| stopping in because i don't have anything to complain about. how are you? |
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| ever seen a flower cry blood red tears? i erred, i tried to give my love again. i don't think this will flourish before it withers. but then again how would i know the signs of triumph? i've seen more of the seven horsemen than the three wisemen. all these people with their disconcerting failures; i'm jealous of their losses because at least they knew victory, no matter how fleeting. all i have to give is my love, i thought and hoped it would be enough; but alas i don't think it was even desired. at least i know i won't die alone, i have secrets i'll take to my grave. |
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| i could use a hug, any takers?
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| yesterday evening i got in my car with no real destination aside from perhaps the bar and i decided to chase the sunset. well needless to say that son of a bitch won like always but that didn't make it any less of a worthwhile venture. i couldn't stop smiling. with the windows down music playing and my foot in the gas, the only thing missing was you hunny. (*shrugs*) a beautiful night none the less.
love always and always love,
mattchew |
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| sometimes i fool myself into thinking my fantasy could become reality.
i take the slightest bit of false hope and build on it making mole
hills into mountains. my reality has plateaued below sea level. i'm
lost in a sea of reclusiveness i've cut my sails into ribbons and wrote
my cautions on them then threw them to the wind. i believe in
possibility but not in action. (*smirk*) one of these days, one of
these days.
one of these days i'll tell you just how much you mean to me. no better yet i'll show you.
aw who'm i kidding?
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