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Monday, September 23, 2002

i don't know whether this post will make it to the living daylights but i'm just gonna write anyway, until 9.30pm, when i'll officially start on my homework.

could it be that you are as
near to me as i want you
to be?
but sometimes i'm scared,
sometimes i'm angry
for all the wrong causes,
and other times, i'm just
too tired.
they are not excuses.
you don't have to be sarcastic.
i'm just really trying my very best
to tell you what i want to say,
without shouting now.
cos i don't really know
when you'll want to hear me again,
i don't seize the moment
as i ought to,
and now i might have
that chance again.
that chance again, always
misplaced, mistimed, miscued
who knows when
that chance again.

Just you and me.
eye to eye. palms near each
other but never touching.
perhaps you'll now be content
without the words
(2minutes to 9.30pm...)
and i will learn to suppress the violence.

posted by happyhannon at 9:31 PM