when every shade of blue melts a certain shade of green and all you can see is red anymore, you have to wonder if tears came out  a different color than you originally thought. and i never questioned, nor really cared. but tonight, anything to keep my mind off thinking or anything to keep consciousness from rolling in is a sight i wish to welcome to my feeble palate anything at all. A hope, a wish, a lie. it is as important to me to know the truth as it is for me to know there is a god. either way, the fact will remain the same- and my knowing will hardly impact a thing. crazy how thoughts formulate themselves this late when your brain has nothing to mull over, and the only thing remotely enticing is the ever-ellusive sleep. and silence? well, i'm disturbed enough to leave it be; it shouldnt have to suffer the consciousness that i do. there is an importance in everything i've said, but like i said, thought is about the least appealing thing right now. at least the tears will keep me company; though i've no reason why.

07/18/2003

Posted on 07/18/2003
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