burden unknown, by lost the lonely dead Subscribe to rss feed for lost the lonely dead

in and out of touch with reality
spinning on the verge of normacy but not quite
i know the things i said
and how they burdened down on you
the latch seldom holding
yet seems rust-fused
i love how that face pleads with me
a rejectfully friendly smile
things come to me from time to time
of things to come and things long gone
i simply wish to pin a cloud 
with the nothingness of my thoughts
so at least i at least would know 
i had thoughts about thoughts
that meant something though nothing
im sure will come of it and
i know im spinning swiming backwards in circles
and its pointless and foolish
yet i cant seem to let go of the nothingness
that exists but doesnt and i cling to it
has it been all ive ever known
i dont remember if i knew before
what i know now or if i knew anything at all
but i know i know that i know i know
and i know that no one will know what i know
which is why i know i should just
stop drop and roll off the unknown burden
that only i can set loose
Posted: 2006-10-31 05:33:40 UTC

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2006-11-02 01:02:21Loneliness is condescending
eh ... i'm trying to read this but i cant sorry

2006-11-14 04:58:45lost the lonely dead
ok well whenever you get a chance just stop the world like you do and then maybe you can read it *thumb up*