mostly madness

and under entries leans easy armchairs we try to find the fastest ways out of the messes we make and end up digging deep into the night until we're burnt down, exhausted.

somewhere, it's like this all the time.

and each day, a new sereis of simple plays spreads out before us disguised as another chance to get it right (whatever hearts we broke the day before) and maybe, if we're simple as monks and safe as h-bombs, we'll work out the details of making right the wrongs and ending this one quietly and without sadness.

somewhere, it's better than this most of the time.

so we run headfirst into the lives we lead (i do it upside down most days) and come backwards like rain pouring out through gutters.

somewhere, it gets worse every day.

and just like that, another day ends and most of the loose ends are still untied but we've got a few sighs to let out and then we can rest on soft sofas and share the details of our day with whoever comes calling.

even if it's no one.

2004-12-05 | 7:38 p.m.
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