Monday, February 22, 2010
mad to live jitters in my spine and my true soul. everyday. but the shouting inside can’t articulate out. send all thoughts i feel to the press! the warehouse where things get done. no, no, i know. no one knows. anything(really). we are all hoping to make some noise; we all deserve to shine. we are exceptionally creative animals who make it all up, all the time. well done! answers cannot always be found(unless a green fairy knocks on your broken window). my mind blowing ending to this lost rift will never come. there are a million truths for a bad day. there are a million loves to be had. and a million drinks. and she(i)(me)(he) is never done talking.