another day gotten through. cold yet the sun was biting, that hard yellow was way too happy. now, now i'm nestled in the dark, under night's wing. and it's just you and me, with sunday looming just beyond...
it's the time of year where i need to pile the useless papers i lug from place to place and slowly rip them apart. i wonder why i've kept this? this was just before... i was going through that...
we seem to measure life before and after major events. life was this way, and now it's that. always with these adjustments, like the feeble attempt to tune a transistor radio in a basement, i'm fucking tired of adjusting. of moving on...
and yet, i will run
i will sweat
i will eat
i will sleep
i will drive
i will work
i will read
i will laugh
i will think
i will be
despite the darkness i feel right now.
i am my own little planet with no satellites...