Monday, November 3, 2008

Bla blada blada

Rejection
I can’t stay put
To a particular thing
A line, certain words
Or even everyday life
For too long..

Even a moment
Seems too long
Thought of getting a tattoo done
I can’t stay put
Maybe
Rapid, fluid, steroids,
Acid, morphine
Momentary
Not temporary.
The hours slither like a snake
Minutes become seconds
Like a butterflies flutterby
Don’t think I have too much time
LeftSpent

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