why_we_do mon i_don't_know why 030829 ... werewolf there is fear in your eyes. it crowds out and becomes their only innocence. their is a tiredness in your daily routine. there is a feeling when you sit still, you build up to it and build up to it...and when it is in your throat, you're swallowing hard and saying okay okay, just one shot of johnny walker, or softcore porn and pacman isn't so bad. the days pass like this, and no one knows how good you could've been, at being a saint, or at least recording your sins or of following a stranger way. and yet they all think you good. why are they so easy to fool you wonder? but don't sit still for an answer. what if you were to. what if for once, there was no where to run to. that was the moment i met you. i was asking the question like a reset button that was the moment i met you. you were not talking, i could not distract you with your own voice. you were waiting. there was nowhere to run to, i could not pretend that my masks had not become me. i sat there before you, and you treated me like a show, laughing or pitying or screaming at the slack jawed bucking pantheon i was. some voices became valid with your kiss, others - exorcised. in fact, for a moment, there was a lightness in my chest, it felt almost innocent. there was a moment, when voices spread out in thin waves, and i was pulled calmly over them, like a dying fish. there was a moment then, when darkness was shorn from me, and i saw i was the wall i lamented others constructing. 030829 what's it to you? who go blather from