Marquis De Sade
1st Level Blue Feather
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- Nov 21, 2007
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Phone says its 1:05 AM.
My first thought is of you and that’s bad.
Check my messages:
Voicemail
Social networking sites, your profile
I want to know what happens when I sleep.
Close my eyes and try to make the sun rise faster. Doesn’t work. Phone says its 2:48 AM.
My first thought is of you and that’s bad.
Check my messages:
Voicemail
Social networking sites, your profile
I want to know what happens when I sleep and if you speak to me I’ll never want to close my eyes again.
Close my eyes and try to make the world spin faster. Works. Get up and my first thought is of you and that’s bad.
Morning routine:
Work out. The pain makes the hurt go away.
Breakfast. Lost my appetite a long time ago but I still force myself.
I know I’ll burn it all away anyway and I wish the same could be said of the images I have of the future I want.
Wake Her up. I’ve already made breakfast so I take a shower first. It makes conversation easier if we’re in separate rooms.
Drive You to work. All I want is a cigarette to clear my head. Take away the edge.
Get home. Music drowns you out.
I love the sound of your voice but what I love destroys what I don’t anymore and what I don’t anymore is good to me.
The burn in my lungs clears my head. Takes the edge off. Thank God. I don’t know what else to do other than set it all on fire.
Work.
Work is throwing bottles out into the ocean so that when the tide is finished taking its time those bottles will come back to me on waves
I set in motion.
The burn in my lungs clears my head.
Phone says you’re calling and I don’t want to pick up but I do and we say words we’re not meant to even know.
This is bad, bad, bad.
Keep it going. Don’t stop. Every ten bottles thrown is one that will come back with a message I baited them for.
I made this. I want this.
I’m sorry.