i feel like im in exile,1
like Napoleon on Saint Helena,2
theres is no such sound as erie, akward, dreaded, scary3
as the universe itself...the sounds of silence4
sounds of silence and the thoughts that grow louder with it5
everything...6
f7
a8
l9
l10
i11
n12
g13
the first girl i really loved, gone with yesterday14
yesterday...such a good day15
drunken memories with allies, aquaintances, Judases, Jesuses, best friends16
high times, so high that when i finally came down it hurt,17
hurt worse than my imagination could even figure18
have you ever been hurt?19
are you hurting?20
it doesnt matter i suppose,21
yesterday was fun, but tommorrow is meant to be something different, and i should just focus on today and not let yesterday or tommorrow interfer.22
Author notes
old poem, its kinda weird like the others but i think its ok
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