Sunday, October 25, 2009

how many of you are out there, waiting? You didn't fight for me, not, even, once. None of you did. When I said "good bye" you said "oh, fair well"


Lately, it's been like when your favorite t.v. show goes to shit. They get new characters or a new director and it just isn't the same. You are not sure what happened or where this is going and nothing you feel leads to any conclusions. The cigarettes are not enough and four cups of coffee does nothing. You begin to think about the person you loved a year ago, the one who always drew up diagrams of all the ways you were going to spend the rest of your lives, drowning in idealism, a hotel room and that one pack of matches you can't throw away