boglerage, dude.
one of the exhibits at my work is a bunch of black and white, documentary-style photographs. there's this one of a litte boy, from the belly-button up, eyes closed, lying on a table with his hair all messed up and some blood and bruises on his face. it's placed higher on the wall, and every time I walked by today, it caught my eye. it's called young boy hit by car-morgue work or something like that. it made me depressed all day to look at this poor kid that died in like 1968. he could have been asleep by the way the picture looked, but just knowing that he was dead... well, it sucked.
life is so weird.
I don't work any nights this week! yay
Save tonight
And fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
Tomorrow I'll be gone
Tomorrow comes to take me away
I wish that I......that I could stay
Girl you know I've got to go
Lord I wish it wasn't so
Save tonight
And fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
Tomorrow I'll be gone....
- Eagle-Eye Cherry