----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the creak of rotten floorboards in my heart What is it that drives me back here? Not finding a dead guy. Just a smiling face and a little baby. A baby. googoogagalittlemotherfuckingbabygirl. My disappointment hurts. Don't know why I thought things would be like they were before. Everyone is progressing except me. Everyone is growing up. I'm just growing old. What is it that drives me back here? Hitched a ride on that beat up truck that is alone-ness. Can't tell this to anyone, so I tell it to every. one. Just yesterday I was getting more info about sterilization, and today I find out he has a little daughter. That neon sign on the dingy hotel that is my memory reads "you always knew you were a bad match". But still. I am going to dig out the ink drawings and put them on my wall. Like a memorial to the person he was, the person I was, and the times that are fading fast. 5:56 PM - Friday, Sept. 23, 2011 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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