| 6. CONFUSION'S SPEED |
| Am I a plastic person because I do not listen? Do you remember once upong a time? It's been awhile since you've glistened in the sunshine of my mind. I ran away from this. But with your help, I missed. Remember when you kissed the face of loneliness? When will you step down and steal ugly's frown? Don't you know time's up? You're unworthy of all I've been and all I've seen, all I think and all I mean. Disaster has careened into confusion's speed. You're famous now for stealing time, for slashing hearts, for reading minds. I painted a picture of your soul: it's an empty hole. Listening is not an art. It's your excuse to fall apart. It's my regret to pierce the line between what you and I defined. |