i sleep until 2pm every day.
i got up today and started work on a song. that was 2pm. i just stopped and it's 11:11. i don't feel any closer to the end than when i started. each turn leads to more possibilities, and i'm in no space to take any of those paths. the words keep flashing in my head. too fast to keep up. i write down what i can, but none of it fits quite right.
there are images in my head - a story playing out - and i can't stop it. i can hardly breathe just thinking of it all. plane rides and keycards. turning back the top sheet. clothes dropped in a hurried pile on the floor. quiet hallways and cards on the door.
i wish i could evaporate.
i got up today and started work on a song. that was 2pm. i just stopped and it's 11:11. i don't feel any closer to the end than when i started. each turn leads to more possibilities, and i'm in no space to take any of those paths. the words keep flashing in my head. too fast to keep up. i write down what i can, but none of it fits quite right.
there are images in my head - a story playing out - and i can't stop it. i can hardly breathe just thinking of it all. plane rides and keycards. turning back the top sheet. clothes dropped in a hurried pile on the floor. quiet hallways and cards on the door.
i wish i could evaporate.
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we should talk motorcycles together in person....there's alot to consider. the other night I mentioned the west county times newspaper as a resourse for clean,well maintained garaged bikes. might be good to put a wanted ad there too...