10:01 p.m. - 2004-12-28
am i ever
Narcissistic ways chipping away at the gilded lily. The mirroring pond shows little, yet is all you see. Short days of walks, runs and conversations turn long, tremendously, wishing to be ended so much that they end themselves. Under the versimilitude of us there is that which isnt true at all. The convincing ways of fiction blossom within my body, replacing me with lilies.
