billybillybilly

the wind is shaking the building. windows rattle the way my bones feel these days, birdcage similarities.

the last i slept was broken and writhing and late for nothing, wanting to be awake, hoping and waiting to be awake again even when i couldn't stay awake anymore. i tried so hard to pull in everything i could about life, catch all the details, even the petty stupid ones that no one else wants to hear.

then my transportation became the deathmachine. it's outside right now, even turned off it's purring and waiting for me.

dropped low on the highway, thought a wheel burst, couldn't tell and the bumps in the road decieved me. i made it all in one piece.

then i fell to pieces, got in a fight.

got up. did my job. didn't sleep, still haven't. so much tension.

there are cold clouds forming and they're coming to cover my town again. winter blankets gleaming in sunlight made more beautiful because of these grey times.

tomorrow i'll be driving on ice with no brakes and bald tires. money to fix this, but no one will have me. heh. it's just that way sometimes.