Tuesday, October 22, 2002

as of now i know why my heart beats. i know what it all means. so erase all my sour memories and promptly take their place. because i suddenly find myself too tired to re-hash old stories of battle scars and broken hearts. so lets just sit in silence and let the wind speak through the trees. i want to stare through night at the lights of the city. i want to hear the sound of silence and standing water. -- and i think i'm starting to stagger. but somewhere between my head and my arm everything changes and comes out wrong. i hear her speaking latin to deaf children. i see her writing words i can never read. so let it be. so let it go. because nothing is ever what it seems. just ask a farmer how he counts his eggs.