Vessel
<< 12:58 a.m. - Wednesday, Jan. 19, 2005 >>
And it�s always where I am.
Here. Here. Here.

It�s okay.
It�s good.
I�m happy.
And then�
I�m not.

Rubber band connections are snapping.
And I don�t know what to do.
Get the fuck out?
Stay and cling to slowly erasing bonds?

Shit. Everything is changing.
Again. Again. Again.
Damn, let�s get some repetition going!
No, wait, I already did.

I�d risk it for love.
I�d risk it for friendship.
I�m just wondering where it�ll get me.
Rotting here. Feeling adult.
Maybe something extraordinary.

But people have left.
And people are preparing to in September.
I can�t think of anything to make things like old.
I know they can�t be.

So now what?
I don�t know what I�m doing.