Abstract of Self

I never said anything about love. I did however thrust you with some trust that will cost you something later, but right now you smile. I cannot help the fact that at night I have to howl at the moon, and every time you cry soon after. Chapters after chapters, continuously find pages ripped from my book - my favorite book. When I woke up you were no where to be found and so I put on the coffee maker and quench my thirst for awakening. happening today is recapture of tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day, today is tomorrow somewhere else - the world is still spinning even when I'm not in it, even when I stop. I see it, all the won't, could, should - they are under the umbrella and I'm soaked in rain. paint me standing on the wall, holding the painting of me standing on the wall, looking at me, looking at me holding a painting of a painting of me, standing on the wall. Then tell me which one is me and which one is of me thinking that is me, and which is the one of someone else reflection.