cryforjudas
i will not dwell on heartache today. i am getting better.
nothing i say will ever mean anything i am all empty promises and vague threats and desperate incoherent begging there is no clarity no specificity down here in this ancient darkness where truths go to die
unable to specify unable to construct an accurate definition there are infinite meanings and finite words so how can i hope to specify anything when my tools are so inherently lacking better to stay silent than to speak in approximations better to bury oneself than to live an inexact life
slip softly through the window. take what you need. leave no traces when you go.