隔離
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
i saw my cigarette
laying on the table
marbolo light menthol
still have 11 pieces inside.
i heard him
calling me.
"i gotta vanish!"
look at him
i open
take out one
and
put back
just don't like to smoke alone.
plug in my ear phone
isolate myself
from the noise
to another noise
blank.
can't hear anything.
can't think anything.
yet,
can't love anyone.
.
Labels: death
posted by dp @ 3:08 PM,