days of days.
Monday, Jan. 20, 2003
days of productivity and days that feel like sunday to such a degree you sit down to watch the simpsons. days of leftover manicotti and fresh brownies. days of yard work and looking forward to quitting smoking. days of girl scout cookies and days of pulpless orange juice. so much so that when the sun goes down, the day seems to continue.it's truly impossible to capture something that's been on the tip of your brain for days, so you and your aggression spend hours raking leaves to feel accomplished and tired.
i've been gathering myself for something new. although i've grown accustomed to this sorrow, it's never comfortable to feel this way. i just want to break down, kill whatever's left inside of me, eat away the pain, fall asleep with an old friend, and dream of the last time he thought of me.
we're slowly forgetting what we're here for and why we decided to stay, but somehow we keep finding new reasons to face the day. i'm leaving it up to you.
