Saturday, November 18, 2006

Sitting
On the floor
In an apartment
With a coffee table
Made of puzzles and
Thrown away dishes.

Reading a book
About a band
Whose lead singer
Decided
That there wasn't enough love
In this world for him.

I found this quote about nothing,
I mean, really, it's nothing.
Except it made me think
Of you,
After trying so hard
Not to.

(Translated from German:)
Take that whip out of your hand.
I love you most when I watch you eat.

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