Jan 16, 2010 10:24
& southern men can grow bold
can grow pertty
blood can be strong...
and if i'm hanging on to your shade
i guess i'm way beyond the pale
Empty.
Three.5 years and now... this. Gone. Always now, some blonde, bon voyage, good luck.
Soul, in shock. Body, being but a vessel, wants no sleep and little food.
No time to give to this; the weekend and work must happen, no time for more than a small angished yelp, my first day off is Tuesday, Tuesday is so fucking far away, honestly, moving in a fugue state, trying, no interest in any thing.
I knew things were... not ideal, and yet, I guess I got comfortable, happy in it's own way, certain, there. I've seen a lot of longterm situations work on a lot less ground. Feels like i got hit by a car and I'm standing there waiting to see how many things are broken. Staring. Empty.
I hurts.