i was living like it was a story i'd tell later.
2005-08-11 8:53 a.m.
all those years spent praying to the heavens, discover our words met only satellites in action, and if we tried to reach god, we had limited reception, sending our tongues back to earthso repeat again the stories of your childhood, and buckle their knees with your defensive gestures, this willingness to repeat what has happened
will be the life and death of me.