Jan 16, 2007 14:25
grinding teeth. nightmares. insomnia.
waking up to throw yourself 65 miles an hour towards blurry headlights. and trees.
the whites of my eyes match the color of my hair.
something about dead mice filling up my pockets
standing in a hole. digging. spiders.
and dirt raining down on my head.
and then watching surgery while he is still awake and screaming to me.
i want to sleep.