words. 5-1-11
i have so much to say,
and nobody to say it to.
word vomit
spilled into this notebook.
my mind is cluttered,
i cant say what i want so bad to say.
so many words.
so little time.
its too late now.
too much has happened.
theres too much to say.
ill die before im done.
these words are building up inside me.
one day, they will come out.
the words wont be pretty like you want them to be.
