so scatter my bones all over the stones
2003-08-21 || 10:55 a.m.

And just as I know the tide washes on the shore, so I know no-one could ever care for me.

And I understand that wishing will just leave me empty.

And I'm already in pieces, waiting for the wind to scatter me.

And there never was any place for me to journey to, I never had somewhere just waiting.

So I bury myself in mundanity.

And I wonder how many more times I need this veil lifted from my eyes.

It seems like I never learn the things I already know.