Sunday, November 20, 2005
i am insane
Current mood: indescribable
Category: Writing and Poetry
maybe happiness is accepting that i am too broken to be held...like so much shattered glass...a living sculpture, cracked, sharp edges, lonely and wanting to be embraced, pretending to be pristine, if you try, you will bleed, you will hate...can anyone take the pain? find the smooth spots to grasp? the right grip? maybe happiness is being alone and pretty on my platform, dancing silently
