Oct 17, 2006 03:46
yesterday was tough, it needed to happen, but I would rather it not have affected me.
I'm a poor writer today...
I'm feeling a 'rains it pours' wave rolling in and I'm going to have to use will power and sobriety to maintain calm and collected.
I don't want the water, I'm not fucking thirsty, but my eyes are drying up and crave a little moisture.
did anyone get that?
hardly a point to that one.
fuck it, I'll make a point up,
hey you, yes, you in the home on wheels in which resting bodies lay accross each other like a good day at the shooting range.
please get to your town of no one safer than I'm picturing in my rotten imagination.
is it awkward that I wish you were here?