walking with robert smith
2002-12-15 ~ 6:21 p.m.

there are just some days when i can't do it. when i just can't, not of my own volition.

it comes with the territory, it is all part of me. i am sorry about it already. sorry enough to end up here in the first place.

and being made to feel shitty about it...

makes it that much worse.

but what does that matter?

yeah...it doesn't. i'll get over it.

"...and it's not easy to be me..."

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so i took a walk with robert smith down fascination street...to a place where boy's don't cry...

we held hands and strolled along the paths looking at the fall colors offset by brilliant sky blue...

we ate oreo blizzards...

and i smiled broadly when i heard...

"you think you're tired now...then wait until 6..."

the things i could say, want to say...

words threatening to stream and smear their way across a fragile expanse of white wall...

i no longer want to sit here in silent anticipation...

i want to feel you trembling beneath me...

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