one million seven hundred eighteen thousand three hundred and fifty two
thoughts in my mind
that I can't seem to say, write, type, draw or illuminate.

and it's always after the good nights that they seem to swarm.
maybe they know these are the only nights they won't crush me.

ugh. sometimes i get annoyed even feeling the need to post this sort of thing.
but, hey, i got some new shoes today. so how bad can it really be?


"worse things have happened to better people / that's the mantra"
- P.O.S

posted by adam @ 12:47 AM