Is there ever a time to change. Why is everyting written in stone for you. They are not for me. I am like water. I trickle through the cracks. I adapt to the current. I corrode the most solid of souls. And when I feel like going away I am gone. only to reappear in another form.Why do you take me as such a weak form because I am steadfast and placid. Because when I am stepped on I go around. I leave a residue that is often ignored. But I am everything. I am pure and I am healing. I am refreshing and Forever.

Why is life such a perfect disappointment?? I cant say I always get what I want but I have found contentment knowing that its not coming. I am sound minded and at peace yet little things seem to ruffle my feathers. I am hurt before the blow is dealt. Yet I knew it was coming and afterwards I am not phased. Last night I argued with someone I thought I liked. I am not bothered about the affects I just have no alibi for feeling the way I do. I just did it because I could. So I was thinking of my options. call him today and be rejected or worse ignored. Or wait for a while and risk the chance of not being rejected. Either way I am probably going to be rejected right. I am tired of being rejected. Its becoming a bore. I like the chase though. i like when a guy plays hard to get. Then when I get him all figured out I realize what a mess he is.

In a world far from my own there is a girl much like myself. When I sit she sits. When I cry she cries. But we will probably never meet. She is wondering what I am wondering. But she thinks she is alone. She thinks her pain is felt by only her, she thinks her sorrow is so much her own. And when she cries I cry. When she stands I stand. She is as much of me as I am of her. We may be time apart or space but when I die she dies.

I thru up last night. It was sour. Its contents were foul and unrecognizeable. Like some people I know. When I take them in they are great. My pallette savors their every idea. But when I throw them up I realize how truly disgusting they all are and I dont want to eat anymore. I wish I never ate at all. I need to detox. My body my mind and my soul are all wasting. I feel they are rotting decomposing and I am a living zombie. Its funny because my person is not corrupted by drug or drink. Like others. Its just time its corroding my grandjure. Punishing me like sedement. Turning me into sand washing me into the sea.