I will take nothing with me into the arms of forever and hope it will carry me away.
Into the distance of the brown sky that knows no pain.
Only dirty wishes that once was... now isn't, because it can't be...
anymore.
Since it never really could have been.
And this, dear dairy...
is the empty space of now that I float on... right here, and the only thing keeping me here is the sickness in my heart.
Hopelessness carries me away into the soft wind that speaks to that once beautiful sky... with all those wishes sparkling in the night.
But I will still dream of that world,
instead of this brown paper bag...
The dirty air cries for itself.
And I'll cry with you.
9:46 p.m. - 2003-08-23
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