a subconcious fear of the dark
sitting typing here at my friend chris' house. recooperating or trying to get over being sick. i think. last night played a show at the harmony sweet and i was somewhat pleased with it but not too thrilled. now i find myself constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure nobody is here to sneak up on me. well i dont know this weekend has so far been quite magical. with different events unfolding bringing some things into perspective but never-the-less still bringing out the negative effects of things. maybe something for me to only understand inside my mind. too hard to describe. tonight i find myself sitting here begging for a way out. to do anything, something i search for constantly. most of the time to no avail. tonight a beach backdrop shall be in my viewing pleasure. i cannot wait. and i believe because of this i am going to sign off. but never-the-less times could be better. fuck the way everything seems to work out for me.