Even the things I love exhaust me now.
I'm getting sick of living certain parts of my life.
I want to live how I live inside my head but my much
more than marginal human error is making that difficult.
And my emotions, the meager
ones that I possess, prevent that.
It seems puerile to want only "happy times and half
assed rhymes" but really I only desire eunoia.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
human limitation vs. imagination.
It gets me every time.
Post a Comment