you're so pretty
so soft
so yummy

and you are sitting, waiting, for something

and the clock screams

fuck me, fuck me, fuck me

inside is quiet as snow . drifts
. white

Time drips holes into the floor

Confession

I left you there, crying. Awful, lustful breeze.
This pain I accrete will sleep on my grave.

♦Outside♦

I got up early, but it is no longer as early as it was... it's about 7:30am here now.

I've been up for two hours thinking about constructs of my willing imagination. I have charged the battery for my already outdated 3 month old SLR and am going to go take pictures of some peaceful place, in the hopes that I can steal its serenity.

Regardless... I will not be here, sitting in front of this computer; damn distraction that steals my days.