Monday, August 17, 2009


nicholas is nearly 90 miles away and
yet he still texts to say good morning
and to ask how everything is.
(besides music)

the people here at work are all strangers
and i guess i find a lot of comfort in that
my quick introduction and greeting
will be forgotten as soon as they enter that elevator door.
and that is good because
i don't want to be remembered.

emotions are something that when i was younger
(even just 2 years ago)
i worshiped and thought as one of my best qualities:
the ability to feel (hard)
and to embrace those feelings.

i'm starting to question thier intent and even thier
place in being there.

would it be better to be a hollow body
with a hollow chest
with a hollow head?

carnival inside is getting tiresome.

1 comment:

  1. wow. i'm in such agreement about emotional intent, yes yes yes.