Don't linger here, thoughts are quick to spoil. Don't cling to half meanings pulled wide into soft focus, stretched thin over the bulk of another wasted hour. Today I didn't get any better, tomorrow my heart will falter and months could drop off unbound of all the years hopes they've undone. And still there will fall another open hour, distant but firm in it's instance. When I raise my head the sky glows and the hue, particular,
pulls forth a knowing. I will try to move on, holding out, holding on.
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A rollercoaster of rage-crying emotion sure to send you over the edge if you're not careful. Gotta love Old Gray and all the emo ragers they write for us. Mikey