Nov 02, 2008 01:37
It's really kind of odd to see the sudden sweeping of 2AM to 1AM. We watched the hour jump back on itself as if it were some child who'd just stepped on broken glass.
You really start to miss the sunlight. Maybe. Cold and dark, enter stage left.
Youuuu, you catcher in the rye, you. I kept losing myself in comic books;
the road feels more like fiction every day, and I'm no more influential to the plot than Jimmy Olsen was when the world found Superman dead. One more novice word out of your smart mouth and you've got one thousand psychopaths at your throat.
Things will be different when reality is a bit more maleable. I promise myself that.
I hope to God I'm right.
It's stupid to think I could use someone to talk to right about now.
But the world is sleeping its morphine sleep and I'm still wide and staring.