little letter to brae when things were darker

i had wanted to write you. but that's beside the point. i hadn't really thought of anything except for lack of. hadn't arranged the machines of my mind to little clockwork tangabilites. can't keep diving head first. i know that now. can't make these careful, soulful sounds that i so love the world for. one, two, one, two, one two ways to die. one by stop of heartbeat, the other by stop of voice.

rhythm. can feel the nation pulse. can smell it's putrid smell. don't let us down from here.

spent a little time on cloud nine. fell back down. it always falls back down. everythings falls away but my thoughts of you.

can't keep going this way.

keep thinking about things. you. the end. a little bush, might get stoned tonight.

wanted to make it clear that i miss you.

love, robert

2002-11-11 | 3:31 p.m.
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