Thursday, August 13, 2009


i'm tumbling, like clothes through a dryer.
i'm fumbling, like a professor correcting papers,
i'm waking up screaming,
i'm soaring through the air, like a paper plane with no direction,
i'm lost, like this culture without cell phones,
i'm a wreck.
a wreck.
i swear to you,
i don't know where i am going. 

you'll never know.

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