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[15 Sep 2009|11:58pm] |
yesterday i had the luxury of a silent house, a sleeping cat, and an early evening bath with the door to my room left open..
for those few minutes i managed to clear my mind of the fog that's clouded it for days; the mist that threatened to condense into a silly little stream running through my chest..
sometimes i don't quite understand where i am; why i live with these if onlys and what ifs .. what for.
i guess.. we all wish for things to be different
but they're not and.. they're not.
and that's it.
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