Saturday, October 18, 2008

i once had a friend.
he's a writer.
he used to just write down his thoughts.
a stream of consciousness...

the night has fallen.
the freeway in the distance makes a subtle roar.
my thoughts plague me.
awake in the silence of my head.
questions.
shame.
guilt.
discontentment.
my life is a vapor.
time is short.
the dull glow of the screen.
friendly.
lonely.

where do I go from here?

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