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Saturday, August 26, 2006

wanna leave this region

stop.
collaborate and listen.
no. no. no. no.
it's not even enough. it's never enough.
until I see you. until I run into you,
literally.
I don't even know how hard you hit me, or how hard I hit you. but probably not too hard, right? you stopped caring ages ago. so why should I keep on going? why should I be the one to care? why do I keep on letting this happen?
you don't let it happen.
it slides off of you like you are waterproof.
or feeling proof.
you don't feel anything do you?
I wish you did.
but everything in this whole world isn't cool enough for you. it isn't good enough for you. that all includes me. I try hard to not care, but I know I always will. something inside me will never let it go. no matter how hard I want to let it go and watch it fall far away from me.
I want to keep it close enough so it will be there just in case.
that "just in case", it will never happen.
I secretly know that.
but then again, maybe I don't. how about you tell me? How about you suck it up and speak to me. I know what you are. I've seen your weaker side when I had you.
I've seen you so defenceless.
no walls.
no barriers.
no covers to sheild you.
just you
and it's beautiful.
I can't even deny it. Even if I tried.
When your walls came down around you and fell to the floor, I felt so happy.
It was only that moment and never again. I think I knew that.
But a part of me didn't care. As long as you were with me tonight.

so as my waves crash upon you
you ignore it
and that's fine.
as long as I know you felt it.
saw it.
heard it.
and knew it was me.
then really, there's nothing left.
My cup is full enough, and I should pour it out now down the drain.
it's too old to keep and treasure.

it's time for a glass of something new

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