Jun 25, 2007 10:20
Whispers of baby tears linger around every corner while my shaking heads beg me to sleep.
and yet I never feel tired until I lay down
Catastrophe reared its head in possibility, but instead decided to take a bow at the collective fortitude. your welcome?
If all goes according to plan (so who knows) i'll have a massage studio in two weeks on bardstown rd.
The tide rolls in and out as it laps at my feet. for now life seems very peaceful. but soon the delirium of sleeping only in two hour blocks will sink in.
and who knows where that leads.
each day carries new ammunition and motivations on his back like a precious.
don't touch it. too perfect
on a completely unrelated note, if you ever considered coming back to the clinic to escort, now would be a good time