Thursday, December 14, 2006

i read my life.

once there was a starry-eyed child so eager to succeed. he never failed, but he never bloomed.

twice upon a time i regained consciousness of the situation. it has done me no good, i assure you.

knocking upon the doors - even knocking myself upon the head - has yielded few advances.

you see, we die.

you are going to die. i won't be there. i can't be there.

in that hour do we fail and bloom all at once?

i read my list. i am not done. i will never be done, will i?

i checked the clock. i listen for my pulse. i feel for it.

it will go away on its own.

i will fail. i will bloom.