and so i am here again in the night where nobody is with me the lonely bit of time where it is silent but for the rustling of the diaries of the melancholy and the insomniacs
i remember.... him i rememeber i haven't forgotten
msn is silent one by one the friends have gone are all asleep now and dreaming try to talk online where the connection seems real as real as the tears of cartoon characters
the dark crowds in the headphones play soundtrack after soundtrack all drivel and pop and classical and kitschy music to drown out the static silence to drown out the clock that is not still like i am
throwing words at the computer screen freezing the moment the thoughts of the moment forever so i can revisit at my leisure
looking for sadness but when the sadness is complete nothing is sad any more
