today i ripped out another page. i'll keep ripping out pages, pages, pages
pages take other pages.
they aren't all bound tight.
i'll be happy if i just have one picture left. just one, just one.
one of two, two.
cover, two, cover.
cover-to-cover
life is a sketchbook?
how did i cast everything away? ..
will i do this again? ..
i never want to cast you away.
i never want to cast you away either.
or you, or you, or you.
i didn't want to cast her away. god, i cried to cast her away.
i should get a better sketchbook. i should fix the bindings.
or maybe .. i should draw new pictures?
i will miss that page for a while, and that page will hurt,
that page will cry, that page will curse me, that page will deserve
and i will not, but i have cast it out. i can do my best to work around the lonely page, i can make new drawings and i can cast them out so the lonely page will be less lonely.
i will make new drawings with your hand on mine.
lonely new pages in a business man's dream,
stay
stay
stay.
we can't be lonely together. ♥
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