Feb. 26, 2004 @ 12:21 a.m.

Reward Posted: Indefinite amount for something I’m about to lose. Tug of war with a large dog and his jaws are pillaging my grasp. Ideals of sticky fingers mock me as this delicate object slips from my prying grip. My hands have no control. The fingers attached to my palms move like a puppet’s, as if strings were attached at every joint. Those same fingers feel more like wood drifting out to sea every second you’re around, every second I hear your sound, especially the sound of your footsteps fainting away. I’d beg but my energy is lost like a glacier encapsulated, ice covered corpse floating lifelessly away into the night without striking the record of history. Lost in the night. Lost in the light. Lost...