just a little

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

He's, dying to get away,
let the pain of yesterday,
go slipping through the cracks.
Hiding himself away,
watching all the memories fade,
away, from red to black.

fking boreded.
no different from a prisoner.
shuffle-listened to every single lp song I have.
googled the purpose of meaning.
wow?



exhausted my will at 2:10 PM