Wednesday, June 08, 2005



drugged up
by my own desire
for something to be wrong,
something to be different.
I write when I feel like this.
but the truth is
truth doesn't need explaining;
the truth is
I sometimes forget it.
the face in the mirror
isn't the one
I expected to see.


I'm not sure whether I like this one; and I don't really have an explanation to offer for this thought. The truth is that some things need no explanation, that some things cannot be explained, and that, for some things, an explanation simply doesn't exist.


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