index | archives | notes Tuesday, May. 10, 2005 6:03 p.m. << [ This Overwhelming Feeling of Being Underwhelmed ] >> There's always a bigger fish, they said, and they're right. They're so right it hurts. Yesterday I walked back home while the sun set. Orange and yellow blinding me, burning themselves into my retinas with painstaking precision. When I walked behind trees or rocks, it was only then that I could see clearly. Only in hiding was everything revealed, and the leaves were black with contrast. Negative space, I think, I'm going to be late for my going away party. I need cancer, I need alcohol, I need a lack of flesh, I need something, anything, to destroy me. Prove to myself that I am not above human mistakes. Me and my big fucking god complex. I'm not invincible, I say, I'm just young. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org