Not of your design

i don't think like you
so why should i write like you
my thoughts
my world

why i left (/|\)

(07/27/2003; 03:34am) - why i left (/|\)

i left not out of cowardice
but because i was drunk.
stumpling. amongst a group whose synapses were firing much quicker than my own.
but

before the exit appeared
i spoke with the only person i really saw::and vice versa::
and she said to go home
for "there would be no more action tonight"

and i took her at her word
and ignored my own
with a battle only i saw on the horizon

it would serve no one for me to pass out on the front line.
besides. deep down. beneath the booze and bollux
i knew i was to lead the second wave.
those i left behind were to lead the first.