Saturday, February 26, 2011

2.26.2011

wreckless and fear of abandon.

like a student without a hall pass in this school of the moment.

the words escape me and my tounge is tied up in the silk of left over heart strings.
...
cooked rare and bloody.

Bouncing off the ropes trying to find a word yet to be defined.

you are a student in this crushing life. alongside me.

please forgive me

I am just a student too and I can't help starring out the window.