Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Used To Be Happy.

I used to be happy.
Now I'm in this awkward twilight zone.
I can only wish to washed away in a streetcar named Desire.
I don't have a paper lantern for Marlow to tear off.
There's no need for that because I never had a reputation.
I wish I did to move away...
a Department are the facets of Marlow.

The Lovely Words of my Sister

"I hate the way you are."

Of course you do, I'm not even myself.