blustocking (
blustocking) wrote2003-03-07 02:18 pm
days old, still relevant
I serve no purpose.
Things understood beyond successful communication. Why should I feel the need, the desire to take pen to paper when I can’t even paint an accurate portrait? How do you feel? I could try and tell you. Why do you feel this way, how do you know? I just do. Trust me. Gently chipping away at some silly illusions, happy delusions. Perhaps it is this very handicap that keeps me going. I suffer violently verbally, yet written, I still have a chance.
Things understood beyond successful communication. Why should I feel the need, the desire to take pen to paper when I can’t even paint an accurate portrait? How do you feel? I could try and tell you. Why do you feel this way, how do you know? I just do. Trust me. Gently chipping away at some silly illusions, happy delusions. Perhaps it is this very handicap that keeps me going. I suffer violently verbally, yet written, I still have a chance.
Re:
How are you, m'dear?