the 4th.

Off to the Fakes!

There you go
Bracing yourself to the fakes
Which promise you nothing
But artificial escapade,
and some comfort.

Comfort?

Perhaps you’re still busy adjusting yourself
To this whole new you.

The only old thing left from you,
is how you think that you
are detached.

- written @ one of those moments where wonder and being stunned mix up! –

February 19, 2002
9 pm
(or sth. like it)