How can something so far away feel so close,
and something so close be so distant?

Why am I here, when I wish I was there?
What is there left for me here?

School is all, the only string left,
more of a thread than a string.

Prepare for a life I just plain don't want,
but a safety net does have its plus.

My friends are so far, I miss them like crazy.

- posted by chris @ 12:56 PM

 
I can't cleanse my mouth of this bitter taste,
left behind by something that tasted sweet.
The residue of you, I fucking hate it.
Not enough to cut out my tongue,
but enough to think about it.
But fuck you.
I'll taste sweeter things.
And I'll need it then.
- posted by chris @ 7:32 PM