Sometimes I feel like writing; I don't claim that what I write is good,
but I like reading what I have written.
2005/mar-05
Sat Mar 5 18:37:41 EST 2005
I woke up today
for the first time again
I don't know myself
I feel me all over
and try to find the truth
I grope and look for answers
small scars and
twisted tattoos
keep their secrets
I twist and reach
grasp desperately
confused and hopeless
I ponder this just short of understanding
and notice my hands all inky and sharp
and I sleep again