Tuesday, 30 September 2008

Mud pies

I feel so heavy, so stuck to this planet like it holds onto me and won't let go. I push and can't even float up like I want to. That's what it's been like; so heavy and harsh. The ground feels gritty and cold now. I can look at the sky and it just looks empty. The clouds are just some overachieving water. That's what everything is like now. I make tiny salty mud pies because of you.

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