orgami's Diaryland Diary

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sober..

this aint the press...i aint no filmstar...and only film im on is surveilance......

almost a year....if i drink..i get
violent.....very....propensity for
the weird anyway....the repeat beaters
and killers get shuffled in and shuffled
out studying stamped examined and
predicted..like me....thirty per cent
chance of rain every day when i wake
up and thats just sober....it will pour in no time if i drink.....why bother getting close to anything...but its too late..like roots through the soil....we have grown about each other and drape like the spanish moss in the far far south.....ghosts and vigors....we survive the rigors and keep the formality....im in such a strange place...i thought maybe i was bright..certianly not thoughtful...i never buy flowers..cards.....im a runner..will run and get this and that..thats my cards..my flowers....a kiss here and there.....i play too rough...because thats the way i like it.....because tenderness never touches anything real...i dont believe in it....it must be a very nice place though.....but im bitter about that....the sadness just deepens like the colors in dusk....how ive loved it...long for it.....more then love....

12:14 a.m. - 2014-08-27

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