the world has broken us

droops these shoudlers low so low and back up and rocks back the body into rightness and smoothness and every suffering poors out into long stories about how we go how we go about our day and what it's for and what's it for what's it for what the fuck are we all doing here?
but i remember
when we were young and how every color was brighter than sky and we were held down by nothing hald back only by the wind and the size of everything was overwhelming and there was anything at all possible anything at all we could think of to do and make and (truth be told) it's still that way we just stopped feeling it is all we stopped feeling it and why should such things happen?

2004-11-30 | 8:50 a.m.
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