"An expression called today"

Maybe it was monday, again. and the weekend had inexplicably driven by without waving or shouting my name. I'm cold, and so far from home (I think I know where home is).

Maybe it was work, again. pushing, pulling, dragging me under the water. why do I even fight (I think it is worth the loss to win).

Maybe...

[and how can I say I am poor and live like I do. Who am I fooling (sometimes fooling ourselves is all we really need).]

Maybe it was amy grant (not for the first time). grating against subconscious, in disagreement with the air.

the sight of an old nemisis (not for the last time). she won't always get the best of me, soon I will run dry.

the waking from a vivid dream. the talking of the cats. the mere existance of others, that I can not touch.

those bittersweet social interactions. those starving social boundaries. those mindfucking thoughts. that slow-motion instant replay.

Maybe it did really happen

Maybe our eyes spoke but didn't listen

Maybe we will some day wise up

Maybe...

I love you.

(Jan. 29th, 2:56 am)

"later that same day"

wrote the above just as crude, raw expression of my day earlier. Wanted to make it somewhat interesting for me to write, and for you to read. Wasn't really to focused on perfecting it, but rather just needed to release. A bit frustrated with myself b/c I'm not quite skilled enough in html to have it spaced correctly, and I had to reword the end a bit.

"since we all got carried away, couldn't we all carry ourselves back somehow?" - winnie the pooh