september twenty-two

[panchoandlefty]

there's an awful lot of noise floating in through my window and i'm finding it hard to focus. not that i have anything to focus on, really. i'm ready to hear those first "i was followin" notes and ready for the chills to go runnin up and down my spine and ready to smile until it hurts again. i can't decide if the reason this weekend was hell is that my nasal cavity is terribly congested or that my heart is full and i can't seem to spill it out. i think maybe a little bit of both.

i'm not sure what to say to begin the explanation. i'm not sure you deserve an explanation.

i might not be back.