Friday, October 27, 2006

sometimes i hear you singing in the shower in the morning. and then, later, through the vents, i can hear you crying at night. does the sandman use those tears to transport you to light?

i write my name on the walls because it might be the only legacy i leave.
fame. you bet i can live without it, but there's no way i'll die the same.
i want more than the worms to know my name.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

it's like i can kinda feel my life slipping through my fingers. and i think that i'm telling my brain to send the proper neurons across the proper synapses, but my hand doesn't close. maybe it's just a phantom limb. and there's nothing i can really do but watch the sand run out. and since it's not an hourglass, i can't really turn it over and try again.