Thursday, February 15, 2007

I was shooting for the stars
when I hit my head against the sky
and found the thing that feeds my soul
is also the thing that bleeds me dry.
and I've forgotten who I am
and I've forgotten how to dream
and there are clouds inside my ears
and I am running out of steam.

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