Entry: Art is useless. Wednesday, September 27, 2006



Everything I meant to ask was forgotten, Because it wasn't expected.

It went as it would with any other person - Not so much nervousness, And there was a bit of silence. What am I to do with all this silence? A little more from the other side. A few more questions asked, and it wasn't rushed. At the end, it was as though it was longer than it was supposed to be - Sat for an extra 5 minutes, continuing conversation. A few things said I wouldn't usually say, Though this is different I suppose. Everyone else was forgotten, Other than the glances my way, Wondering what they meant to say. I wonder what they will say tomorrow.

And all the things I've noticed - Not that tall, Not much more than me. Hey, wait, I've got a new complaint. Forever in debt to your priceless advice.

Funny, how things started out it was as though I just wanted to dig into a hole and never be found, which was my intent. I'm mapping out my ending, It's never gonna happen now. And all at once you forget to try. I'd go there if you let me, There never gonna find me now. When all this loses meaning, You'll never wnat it back somehow. But somehow that changed - I didn't want to, but I can't help it. Asking all these pesky questions. And things happening when you don't expect the to - That's the only time things ever happen - when you don't expect them to, when you've given up.

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