Like Oxygen and Love
May.12.08

It’s a feeling lost on me as fabric dries and I often
find I cannot help but fall into sarcasm and the
cruel humor that resides within my mind and chest but
I try so hard to be nice anyway because I believe-truly-
that that’s the kind of person who I am. However
it’s still a feeling lost on me and dying off like we would
without things like oxygen and love.

We can both understand things like disillusionment and time:
truth and measurement respectively but we
can both choose to ignore what we wish as well as though
that could ever make anything disappear. We can we
can always. I listened to a song about my name and
it has nothing to do with the person I am but I make it.
Life is not like shoes or shirts or anything else, you can always
make it fit. That’s a feeling lost.