DateFebruary 4, 2008

hit and run

these words, they hit and run,
words that hit, and don’t sit
to see what happens next,
words that run, and miss out on the fun
and fear of judgement.

words that have no meaning,
so you make your own.
words that carry no feelings,
so you make your own.
words that don’t tell you who I am,
so you make your own
me

my lines

this is not poetry
it is thought in words
words lined up
my lines

impulse?

So maybe I stood before it a whole 7 seconds before taking it to the counter and buying it.

Today, I bought a guitar. yes.

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