two sevens :: prev :: next :: i'm feeling the need to write something here now but i've written so much that it all seems the same sounds the same and i feel that somehow there are many pointing fingers many mocking voices calling my bluff accusing my fickle heart beating me down again to a fibrous pulp reducing me down to a bubbling broth and i have nothing to offer in rebuttal no grand claims of how this is different ...this time for in truth i am seeing that it's always different why would it ever be the same if i'm growing, and changing and realising who i am and what i can be to someone else why should it ever be the same so far i've kept the word machine off deliberately quelled the overwhelming desire to shine to display my wares and i'm finding this snail's pace is just what i asked for just what i prayed for but i'm scared i was fearless so many times before but now i'm not i've seen the dark road and where it leads and it's very strange for me to be this way or feel this way i'm tired of pain both giving and receiving it has been so long since i recalled to myself all those things from the past and all the ways i used to flood a sea of liquid me covering and suffocating everything in site the songs and the words and the things given and things done they all seem so far away so long ago but like i said i'm feeling the need to write something but none of this is it all these words all these apologies just to find the strength and the courage and the nerve to say... uoy ssim i © 2003 (3 march) john r. chase
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