screaming infidelities
Sitting here in this new uncomfortable room, the clutter of boxes seem to blanket the floor. A reminder that yet another semester has come and passed. The sound of rain falling outside is almost completely drowned out by dashboard confessional playing on my stereo. I sit back in my chair and look out the window. I begin to think where I was at this time last year and how much has changed since then. where did the time go? A gentle breeze begins to infiltrate the room, just enough for me to develop a small shiver. I throw on my favorite brown hoody and sit back down. In the background I can here the sounds of others beginning to move into the building above me. I sometimes wonder if other people feel the same things as I do? Or do I just interpret things in my own unique way? Perhaps it is only natural to believe that you are not alone and that others feel and think in the same manner as ourselves?
I star at the bottle of vodka sitting beside my computer. The windows media player synthesizer reflects off the shinny glass exterior in rhythm to the beat of the music. Do I want to escape reality tonight?...
I star at the bottle of vodka sitting beside my computer. The windows media player synthesizer reflects off the shinny glass exterior in rhythm to the beat of the music. Do I want to escape reality tonight?...