splendor

Wednesday. What a worthless day. Too long since the weekend, and I can't remember the good times. Too long until Friday, when I can have more relaxing good times. ICK.

I stand here alone now. I face the world without fear. I do not look down. The air is heavy and low, and I walk today as though its cool and crisp. The night will be upon me again soon, and with each slumber I will be stronger. Until it is he that wishes for me -and asks insecure questions-, instead of me for him -worrying he will leave-.