20 February 2007

Occupy Or Ache...

Walking through the parking lot, with sun in site. My back to the dark, thinking about your hand in mine and how we climbed over the wire fences. You said you could feel inside my senses, why didn't you say something about me that day? I keep thinking about us, forgetting the world and its pretence. This house we're in, the memories of memoires and the over crowded land fills. Its time for a chemical inhalation, lets call it medication...

2 Comments:

Blogger Dan said...

Angry?

16:39  
Blogger c&d said...

I don't understand this one either, it does read a little tense. What's it about?

17:32  

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