colorblind.
And here it goes agian, the same wave of grey that has washed up my body and pulled it underground. The same familiar tune is ringing so clear. I hate making mistakes, but I like to believe its all bad luck. Because K/end/all on 9/11 has to mean something. I find myself in this cold basement playing on the piano, pushing random keys until my hands fall perfectly in place with Colorblind. I am scared to view what has already begun going without me. I suppose this is the true definition of being caught between a rock and a hard place. Excuse me for being shaky, if my words are too soft, or my facial expression looks so undefined. It's just one of thoses days, one of those weeks. Yeah, but we'll see what missouri has to offer, maybe it was a mistake to leave there in the first place. I have made so many wrong turns that I can't even decide what IS right anymore. Maybe I'll take a train to Illinois. It was always beautiful to drive through. Maybe I'll be the braver of the two, and never return, leave everyone wondering where I was, no.. that wouldn't be polite, I'd send a postcard.