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Remember Me

February 17th, 2008

   When May first met me, she liked me because we both subscribed to the same beliefs in freedom and living honestly. I enabled in her a kind of irresponsibility and separation from the life her parents, her friends, and her society had pushed into her head as right and necessary. She showed me that the material girl can dream of more, that people are all trapped in the same vice; a vice of expectation, each pigeonholed into some thing or another. And at the same, time, I felt deeply comfortable with her, something which I never wish to be misunderstood or underplayed for the appeal of it was and is truly awesome and indescribable, and, though I have theories and meticulous records psychological, chemical, and biological assumptions stored between synapses, the mechanics of it still remain beautiful and undiscovered.

- i am not stupid -

i miss happiness and peace
and faith in small things
and safety
and security
and everything
...

drown in your own tear, bob, and dissolve into the nothing

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