Monday, February 16, 2009
but what if I can never feel anything more than this
posted by forrestrose @ 3:31 AM

when you can't stop speaking in second person
and you can't fight falling for imperfect fiction
and you can't help hiding behind the hypothetical
and you can't, won't, worry about what once was critical

I hope the alliteration is obvious enough that I don't need to point it out, but it's funny because it wasn't initially intentional.


the sound of my burning heart spills in the air
the song of my aching lungs envelops my ears
and all I can hear is what isn't there

this was inspired by something that anthony green wrote in a myspace bulletin, of all things, just don't ask me to recall it now.


oh, and I posted a song on the veruca salt board, so I guess I'll post it here.

heart (celebrate you), read about it here

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