i feel
(tenative title)

Little, little,
inconsequential
why so? i don't know,
i'm don't have the answers.
Why? i'm just trying
to make something matter.

why do i feel so old?

Quiet smile
screams like a lie
thoughts just drop off
and i'm left with silence, i
know that there's more,
and i wish . i . could . see it.

why is my mind so slow?
i just want somebody- i'm truly alone,
i just want somebody to hold.
little, little, little


Copyright Celeste Côté Sept 2001

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