May 15, 2006 23:27
Down I go.
My song, my drink, and I sit in the dark. We talk about the weather and how the sun came out today. I sit up and toast to what was there, and to what could never be. Just close the eyes and thrust my arm into empty space. Drink spills and song quiets, but I'm still here. Alone in a place where no one can find me.