April 22, 2008...1:22 am
a quick daft mess
up late and in the empty.
you know how it gets for me sometimes. i think to much, overanalyze. every angle covered in a quick daft mess.
i dream of nightmares lately. i wake up with a jump but not that scared. maybe it’s me or maybe it’s the pills.
i drive and i drive and all the time I’m somewhere else. behind the wheel i stare away. i get to work and look at the people passing by. i stare away.
people talk and i tune out. not by choice. white noise of silence as their lips move.
do you know that i have no idea what you just said? does the vacant look give me away?
there is no plan and ever since there hasn’t been, i feel better about it. plans just fall apart and give you something to be angry about, and as we all know, I’m far to good at being angry.
for just once, i don’t want to be the one who apologizes.
wouldn’t that be a change?
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