i've got a hunger
twisting my stomach into knots
that my tongue has tied off

my brain's repeating

"if you've got an impulse let it out!"

but they never make it past my mouth.

our youth is fleeting
old age is just around the bend
and i can't wait to go grey

and i'll sit and wonder

of every love that could've been

if i'd only thought of something charming to say.

Thursday, Mar. 25, 2004
2:03 p.m.

ebb ~ flow