she walks. faces and backgrounds that hopelessly materialize only as blurs...

we waited for something...


she'd smile, and i'd smile back at her. id tell her how pretty she was,
but she'd always turn away with a glimpse of sadness, as if i had said something
wrong. i never meant to hurt anybody, and in my own foolish mind i never
did and they always hurt me. they'll eventually disappear,
it'll be another self-fulfilling prophecy...as easy as turning a lens out of focus.
but i'm still here.