novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- DEATHDEATHDEATH the waiting is the hardest part. i've never been that patient. when i'm stuck inside the days after chemotherapy sessions and he is losing his hair but still living at home and she is blacking out and driving into other peoples' utility rooms i tend to wander off in my mind while you grocery shop, trying to daydream about happy things, obscured, colorful and completely unrealilistic happy things, and then i realised i just made the main character of this day dream die while we were standing in the check-out line. DEATH makes you self-reflect. DEATH MAKES YOU SCARED OF TELEPHONES. death makes you want to call everyone you genuinely love baby, because it's true. everyone is a baby until they die, and then they'll just float around and needle you through psychics afterwards. i love you baby. i always have. 2:42 am - 08.26.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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