settling in my stomach like a bad omen knowing right away i�d spend the day alone waking early to bright sunlight, afraid to rouse the sleeping hush, keep to my tasks and pray for a response
sing along with the riffs that i remember from 2002 passing time in a collective jar, passive and beautiful in pajamas, until the next round of pills can dissolve
12 hours hazily spent in a box i�ve named my own
guilt for deeds not done; my thought processes differently formulated by choice, not by demand this fulfills me; value, proven here. even if a flash should never acknowledge it, i know