Thursday, April 28, 2005

I never thought I'd be one to wait for the phone, but still I find myself here, trying more than desperately to carry out mission occupy and distract, anticipation ripening with every breath. You and your strings; playing me like a well-tuned instrument. And yet, it is the oblivion in your eyes that keeps me here.

Behold, the cynic abdicates her throne,
in a brazen attempt to chase butterflies.