5:00 a.m. - 2008-08-08
repugnant hand slant
now i'm getting all too tired for clever
words for late night wispering. my life
is rampling. what ever that means. it's
a mix between the word ramble and about
to fall asleep. but i keep on pushing myself, in a stoney haze, into the fall. i have so many things on my brain, but most of them have already gone to bed.
more confessions when i'm more awake.
Love.
