Onegin
By and by
By and by
I've gotten 8 some odd hours over time this week. I am coming to converge on the last miles of fumes I can run on. Yesterday morning i found myself coming home from work. and as an older derelict would behave i sat on the front steps of the apartment and fell asleep. I nodded off as if i were waiting for the bus or the train of my last pulseless wave. A place where sunlight never enters here and the purpose of the moon was a controlled love that brought on a draught. I haven't had that glorious time to read or discover. Today I broke into the captains quaters after i drove to Hart Hospital. I stole away a cigarette from one of the Medics which felt magnanimous as i held it out towards triage. My nimble fingers tapping away a day of blood and bad breaks. The simple ways in which i foolishly sustain the futile lives of strangers. And thus walking away to bed again may i quake the midnight shift..