Tuesday, June 16, 2009

When The Spiral Takes Over

I've been skipping along the edge for months now.

Every now and again I look down to see how far I have to fall. I wonder if I'll make it, if someone will catch me in time or if the cold concrete will French kiss me to death.

But I never jump.

Something always pulls me back. Usually.

This time, I can't see that light. I'm faking the funk big time these days... tears of the clown indeed.

"I never really laugh when I laugh, but I always really cry when I cry."

*smooches...trying really hard to start fresh every day*
I just wish I could pinpoint the catalyst. I know I could lick this if I could just find the goddamn catalyst...