samedi 8 novembre 2008

you, ect.

you rested your silence on me,
i enjoy the idea of you 
falling asleep on me

today i can fully dissociate myself from my body
my thoughts are elsewhere 
i remember images of you rather than your face
frightened
terrified
that you should come to think of me as 
my mothers daughter 
my fathers image, 
sweating of narcissism, streams from my open pores 
to be of no use 

i fear i make no sense, 
the essence of my 
building up to a great feeling of anxiety 
ect.
i am not sure what to do with you and all of this. 

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