03.15.2003 | 10:47 am

when i began
threehundredsixtyfivedaysago
i never dreamed id get this far
and still part of me remains in the same crooked spot where i stood
back then.

i hate counting because it always makes me
analyze and scrutinize and patronize.

in any case ill keep on going until
something:someone:someplace
convinces me to do otherwise.

different countries and boys and
lies lies lies
have produced in me the will to live
honestly honestly.

ill write these words and when i click
okay
you will see that all i ever really wanted all along was you.

so when are you coming home, sweet angel?