Friday, December 22, 2006

there are millions of words but no way to say what i'm feeling.

hundreds of birds are flying up into the gray-blue sky outside my window.
i was haunted by the walking dead in my dreams last night.
it's raining in baltimore and yet nothing else is really the same.
everything costs something.
make a list. check it twice. really.
ecclesiastes said it best.
i feel like i've lost something huge.
dead rappers make a lot of sense to me.
if i stop singing, i might disappear.
i wonder if i already have.

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