July 2011
4 posts
the words inside me roll around as if they have no place to go.
they know damn well that there is no hiding, that one point or another that there will places to go.
blanks screens, vomiting vodka… yeah, lets begin and end this way/
5am
blinking.
over it.
not to mention love.
there is no love; I have came and gone to find nothing.
