WestCoast101

there is nothing...

...like being wrong. There is nothing like being wrong. How many times? Where does it end? And begin? He is not annonymous.

He is now he... to be me.

Let it renew and acknowlegde. Time is not a game. It is more real than anything he's ever known.

fuck. fuck he. fuuk mee. tomrrow is another day. pray, do, love, be, be it different than the last. sob. let it be different than today... so sorry...

for himself... foolish fuck. be sorry only yesterday. make tomorrow another thing. make tomorrow a treasure... tomorrow is all there is; now is all there is; everytime.

guilt is not fleeting. it hurts... sometimes forever... what was it worth? was it worth IT?

He...

He thinks he knows. He thinks he cares. Caring is about the little things. Where are they? The little things? What are they? Are they real? Are they perceived? Perception is fleeting.

Perception is fleeting.

It really is. It is dangerous. It just might have consumed (him) today. He is not just sad. He is disappointed... in himself. He feels like he never knew. Like he never knew. How do fix a legacy? How do you know what is right? Perception knows nothing.

It is time for pain. The real and obvious.

Perception in fleeting.

He wishes, often, that he could teach the world to sing. Will he learn? Will he know? How sad he feels........ so sad. So fucjkin; sad.

fuck him. i hop ehe learns.

i hope he learns.

he is sorry for everything. but sorry is often not enough.

sor-HE bastard.