12:00 AM

Cleaning is somewhat fun.
I laughed when I found this.
Or at least smiled.

Its dated 4/18 [2008]

"Thinking before feeling-
that's the truth with which I'm dealing.
Would I come on too strong or not enough?
Would I laugh to mask living in your eyes?
But conciousness is gone
and darkness falls upon
clarity I thought was right here.

Casting out and reeling-
thats the chance that I've been dealing
Would you smile just because you care?
Or would your heart take shelter there?
Emotion has a song
and you've played it all along
this winding road of change.

And in rain or shine,
I'll wait for you.
If you're his or mine,
I'll wait."

One of those times where the reality of the situation is a one-armed scissor.

Seeing you faintly before you fade again,
Repeat when the armor is down and off.
Who knew exposed and underneath
the belly was weak and soft?
Judging by the rain and how it wears away,
I'd hit the reset, but this is no game.
The truth; it plagues me day by night.
My foundation starts to sway.

Enter unmerciful,
one-armed scissor.
Your cuts are not clean,
they are jagged and mean.

Your cuts are not clean but are jagged and mean,
Enter unmerciful one armed scissor.
Like veins that nearly burst with crave,
Fault lines fuse and will fissure.