Nov 06, 2008 00:28
sometimes I am very exhausted of feeling. anything beyond what I immediately am doing, hunger or tiredness, is bad news.
all the questions of the day come out at night. I don't know what it is. waiting at bustops, watching for the traffic pattern to change, sitting in tin cans, the desperate idea that you're meant to be doing anything else. somewhere. a low, gray sky. fluorescent lights, sandbags lining windows. the always deferred sleep.