permanent fixtures hang in my eyes. it was getting crowded, my chest was getting red. i can't stop twitching, even now. the yellow has diminished, i can't wait to get home and empty my eyes and chest. the rocks are slinging against my ribs and all i want is your hand to hold forever. would it make sense to say that preserving life is the same as destroying it ?
Friday, February 19, 2010
permanent fixtures hang in my eyes. it was getting crowded, my chest was getting red. i can't stop twitching, even now. the yellow has diminished, i can't wait to get home and empty my eyes and chest. the rocks are slinging against my ribs and all i want is your hand to hold forever. would it make sense to say that preserving life is the same as destroying it ?
