Trailed

September 3rd, 2006

What’s the equal of being unanimous, is it existent when the point of having to grasp someone else’s shoulder to support your weakened knees? You brush the cold air off your back, you’re blinded by tiresome flicks made by the ordinary routine of your day. Oiled, soiled and lazy. So as to be vindictive on the unfortunate events that has been parted to you, you begin to mull over unwanted realities. A roadless plan… It is hard to think when you’re contented - a temporary feeling of security when you’ve found out things have settled on their own for a while. Light migraine thudded on my brain.

*** I miss my my warm right side… gotta go!