even my sure things fall through

one look away is every day and every night just open eyes and then closeness to what you need, a feeling that you can have it do it be it grow and spurt forth like semen. Somehow, stillness overcomes us and we fail to move fail to see or do or think and everytime we want it we feel the need we feel the desire to break free (“just ‘cus you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there”) and don’t and end up sitting here sputtering around through days and months and lifetimes (a virtual cherry bomb of time loss) and talking about how life goes by too fast and how many things we never got the chance to do that we wanted to, but sometimes, the things you count on end up being nothing more than pipedreams, and the things you factored the odds to zero on end up meaning more than anything you thought about ahead of time.
“it’s a good life, if you don’t weaken.”

2004-10-22 | 12:40 p.m.
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