Still struggling to dismantle what was.
While it nestles in the crevices I accidentally provide,
it festers, flourishes, multiplies.
Evolves into an all too familiar hallucination that
makes you laugh while making you cry.
As an extremist in the eyes of my past,
I slowly but surely sip from the "revived" glass
in modernistic moderation.
I've always known nothing genuinely lasts.
..but this is no thirst quenching sensation.
Making an attempt is better than allowing it to lurk.
but why bother?
I'm older now, and much more aware.
Lord knows it's only temporarily out of my hair.
A little like the new kid, in my new skin,
(safe in) knowing that one day we will meet again.
4 comments:
You should use a bigger font, unless you are trying to avoid making it easy for people to read your posts. Just a thought.
I like your font.
Did you just call me Brooks? I hate you.
Jenny B I really love you. I love your heart and how cool you are which makes me rather jelous cause I'm like two years older than you and you are by far way more awesome than me. And I didn't read your blog yet I just wanted to tell you that I love you cause I just thought about you. Your really awesome my lil B
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