12.13.03 - 5:18 pm

taffy stuck and tongue tied.

stutter shook and uptight. pull me out from inside.

i wish i could just sit down and write down a poem thick with colorful combinations of phrases, vocabulary and imagery. it would be nice to be capable of beautiful prose that articulates so wonderfully my thoughts with an obscure order of subtle words.

i find it kind of funny. i find it kind of sad. the dreams in which im dying are the best ive ever had.

its all so nice. and its also nice.

none of these are mine. none of these are particularly stunning. but wonderful enough for me to want to make them mine.

dont forget to wake me up.