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Date Posted: 02:19:05 05/09/04 Sun
Author: Gray Squirrel
Author Host/IP: 0-3pool243-138.nas53.stockton1.ca.us.da.qwest.net / 65.147.243.138
Subject: The Stars are All Wrong

The Stars are All Wrong

The stars are all wrong.

When I look into the night sky,
They are in the wrong shapes,
The wrong locations.

I have loved before,
After,
Otherwise.
And I would say,
Love is different,
Every time.

But I think about it,
What love is,
And...
Well, I don't know.

I can pick a kind of love,
Saying, I felt this way,
And...
Well, nevermind,
I can atribute any love
To you, and it
Still applies.

It still grows,
Long after I have
Tried to get away.

Any love,
Any different love,
Still you.
You you you.

I'm tired,
Tired of mourning you,
Though I'm not allowed to
Mourn you.
Tired of trying and
Trying not to...

Tired of thinking about it.

Tired of the reactions,
Hearing them,
Unsaid...
Other people's thoughts...
Tired of defending mine,
Or not defending...
Explaining...
Tired.

What I feel for anyone,
I feel about you...
Maybe I'm wrong,
Maybe I don't
Feel the way I feel.
Whatever's impossible,
Maybe I feel that.
Or should...

The stars are all wrong,
And this isn't what I was
Saying when I noticed that.
Sorry.

I said something about
Changing...
And change occurs
Naturally.
But I can't remember it all.

Something changes, all changes...
I don't feel well.

And more and more...
I don't like being so fatalistic,
Or futility, or whatever...
Delete delete delete...

The STARS ARE ALL WRONG!
A world without magic,
Air without
Intoxication.

-Gray Squirrel

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