tales from an ordinary world

2000-04-27

"The kind of memories
that turn your bones to glass"
Smog.

I'd feel better if I felt more capable of living up to other people's ideals. Now and then I get reminded of how I couldn't really do that, and I can't help wondering about the future.

There are more thoughts in my head, but they'll only be misinterpreted if I turn them into words. I really hate it when that happens.