the stars look very cold about the sky.

you say, go slow

ive fallen behind.




there is only so much heartache you can handle and only so much of yourself you can give of yourself before your mind shuts down on you and all you can do is crawl into bed and stare at the walls in quiet disbelief. Its an odd sort of disposition, its an absurd of existence, trying to keep up with people you dont really care about and be an activist for issues that dont really effect you at all. you get so caught up, so very tangled in issues of others, so very hurt if they are hurt, so very jaded in your discourse, so harsh in your self image, so involved in one song, and so weak.

so very weak.