Tuesday, April 27, 2010

streams of thought

you don't know
and i wish you not to know
that i wore your shirt yesterday
and it smelt so beautifully
i felt elevated and i cried

i choose not to tell you things
to avoid bothering you
not because i cannot say
i can always say
because you are incapable as every other human isn't to really account for someone else's life and how they effect them
so, people get married, to somehow displace their anxiety over it
and establish some sort of important bond that is supposed to keep it at bay
and then they die

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