Thursday, August 09, 2007

The Bad Times

It's horrible to be a human sometimes.

I don't even like writing about it.

I wouldn't say anything at all but I don't know what else to do.

Maybe I should do nothing.

Nothing seems to be the most common condition.

Instead, the things in my head hurt.

What about your head?

Not that it matters. Yet,
it really matters.

Especially in this world there is disappointment.

I think of things and then I keeping thinking.

You are, like, fixing a belt on a small motor.

It just keeps going off.