Jun 14, 2006 22:40
asleep in a movie-theatre.
After paying $8 to get away from it all,
I fell asleep in the middle of one of those swanky art house flicks,
The Death of Mr. Lazarescu,
and I could have died in there and nobody would've noticed.
I woke up late afternoon wondering what had happened -
another movie was playing,
what time was it?
Doesn't someone come clean this place out?
I'm positive I was the only one in that theatre all day.
Somehow I stumbled out into daylight and
caught a bus going somewhere I've never been before.
Anything to not go home.
P.S. Check this out - the entry titles on my livejournal here tell a story when read together.
lonely,
summer