i'm tired of this constant thought process:
love: maybe tomorrow will be better,
but right now it's gotta go something like,
"today, baby. tomorrow aint ever comin for sure,
and i need to know that the world will still be here-"

even if mine is just a stream of consciousness entwined with yours,
i dont want these to ever untangle,
and i'm afraid to lose my train of thought.

so, maybe i dont always have the right words
to convey it all nice and neat,
but these words arent a package,
and it never feels like christmas anymore-
at this point, any day will do.
its a cold day in october,
happy reality day.

i love you.

10/14/2003

Author's Note: something that started, and meh. this is sortof back to my old style of spontaneous writing... it feels almost alien to me. sorry if this doesnt seem right.

Posted on 10/14/2003
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