render my mind
change changes changes
they are my life
life is always changing
it is my always life
not really. it's not so much that things are changing it's just that i am. am i?
i can never seem to work out the point of life, the point of anything. why am i doing even this right here? just because it's here. i started it, and now i feel bound to write in it. same with the other site.
the worst part is that the technology is never quite right. i want this to happen, i want that to happen, and it's like pulling teeth, because the people who make it possible have more important things to work on. i really shouldn't gripe; i'm not building anything of worth after all.
but i'm only depressed because i'm tired.
red and white
and safely smile
teeth and bright
and languor awhile
feelings might
come and go
every night
i miss you so