� roaches � 2003-07-30 � 6:11 p.m. �
It's easy to wallow... cry and scream... in the moment and in memory... it's SO EASY... and every morning I turn to a sleeping face beside me and I choke it back...
I always thought I wasn't understood... and today, in this moment alone, I know sometimes people hear me.
Thank you, friend.
It's funny... yesterday Shannon and I were talking about dying young... and dying old... another coincidence in significant order... and I told her
that people like me don't die young... in fact I think we live forever... it's a bit about a lack of luck... it's a bit about undeniable strength... and when I do die I will die of something stupid like choking on my spit.
My destiny is to fight... fight.... FIGHT... I should judt give in.
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