israfel - lesser kerubic patchwork
my statement was never broken. neither was i, so it seems. survival. bats. past 4:30 in the morning i wade through delirious thoughts. not a dream, scream or lack of sleep. it's just me.
the night of the last post weighed on me like 6ft. of dirt on a grave. visions of my spine breaking out blades through the skin as i bent in closure ran rampent. that night i was at the beach, pretty much alone. endless memories & thoughts suffocated me.
silently, i stared at the waves, my shoes slowly flattening away the messages in the sand. the ones i had written. so childish, were my actions, that i drew a heart with some words in it & stomped on it & pounded on it with my fists with painful sighs.
then, as 2 figures slowly made their way back to where we had originally come into the beach, something happened. i though about someone... emotions tore into me, overwhelming my posture. & it wasn't who i ever expected to be.
4:34 a.m. - 07.24.03
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