chasing_my_tail
bijou
it's
just
a
week
of
waiting
.
a
breakfast
of
believers.
can't
listen
anymore
to
the
patch
of
back
your
fingers
lightly traversed
like
they
were
ice
skates.
it
does
not
translate
.
my
blood
and
my
brain
speak
two
seperate
languages
.
a
week
of
waiting
.
birthday
party
,
everyone
is
drunk
you
didn't
miss
anything
.
he
didn't
invite
you
because
his
girlfriend
will
be
home
soon
.
and
all
it
says
to
me
is
that
we
can
never
be
friends
.
we
can
never
,
never
be
friends
.
a
breakfast
of
believers,
it
was
coming
to
a
peak
.
nights
of
shining
white
smiles
, knights
in
white
sheets
.
i
was
backed
into
a
corner
,
a
maze
of
books
and
dusty
old
antiques
and
i
said
"
i
cant
breathe
"
and
blamed
it
on
the
claustrophobia.
but
that
wasn't
it
.
i
wanted
to
kiss
you
so
bad
it
felt
like
my
lungs
were
caving
in
.
030517
...
lotuseater
im
right
back
where
i
started
030518
...
Cicero
every
day
is
a
struggle
to
escape
to
burst
this
foggy
bubble
and
see
things
for
what
they
really
are
030519
...
Fido
I
do
this
every
night
before
dinner
.
It
makes
me
hungry
.
030519
...
raze
to
bite
it
off
and
feel
its
amputated
spirit
pulse
between
my
teeth
.
130610
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
