this is how we strayed.
i took the wrong way home last night, intentionally, and im still slapping myself for taking that road. theres a certain sadness in everything and im left all washed up. i see fingers pulling at the stray threads and im beginning to see that this is a slow winding down. my words are gaudy. i sound too self-important, too contrived but ive just stopped caring, stopped watching my mouth. i seem to kill everything with my overbearing sarcasm...or stupidity rather at this point. today i rode my bike through the warm rain, covered in dirt, taking the drive-by hoots and whistles of all the truckers with their moustaches and off-white stained shirts...and i just didnt care.