thoughts from the rain
crater head, haven't you spoken to me lately?
part of my head is rotting and some of my heart is hurting, and you've spoken to me lately
that monday night that i saw you, i was walking down a street. not knowing what there was to know. and there was a gleam on your face, with knowledge of what's to come. and when i walked emptyhanded home, that gleam on your face only made me sad. because somehow in it, it felt as if i made a wrong decision.
so tell me night's lover, about the glories of the day
because...
"...my heart says no..
but my mind says it's possible...
but can't get you out of my head
ironic...
and I know I'm not prepared"
-Jay Legaspi
the worse part was when i found a fly in my wine