Thursday, January 08, 2009



January 2009
When you feel your life has no worth.
You search for that one shining star
that burned out a long time ago.
You let the weather make up your mind.
To clean up that mess you left behind.
Stuffed in a bag and shoved into someone elses closet.
Clip the pieces and save them in a box in some corner.
Drive in circles waiting for an opportunity.
All to waste an hour or another dark night.
Slowly rotten. Quietly forgotten.
Another stupid fuckin story.
Because it sounded good in my head.
Then I spoke and wrecked everything again.

Depressingly beautiful :(
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