[2004-01-08]_12:16 a.m.
dread
my eyes tremble at what they can forsee
adding the ingredients of the past
mixing, shaking, turning.
i fear what will become of him.
his mirror gets bigger each day
but he does not notice
unless i cover it
with love
that may not be enough anymore
images dancing in his head
telling him not to speak to me
and they are winning
the same monster is in his tummy
the one like in mine
sliding where it pleases
bastard
leave him alone
ask what you will
and i will offer it up
but
how can i compete with this?
how can i even try
when i am starting to give up on myself?
as for the other
we are drifting
like the world
slowly apart
i can feel the water rising
and temperature dropping
getting deeper each day
too many doubts
there is no happiness here these days
both denied for the other
and yet none are satisfied
is what i feel
the world does drift away from itself, but it will always remain part of a bigger whole.