Friday, August 20, 2010

Morning after

Walking home alone with cold as you on repeat and just lazily people watching as they pass, wondering what's on their minds. The weather's too good to go to waste on a bus ride. Strangely i'm not thinking about much now, other than that cute little kitty who was lumbering all over my lap in perfect comfort, pretty much ignoring me other than it's random need to claw. But i figure the moment i collapse in bed, it'll all come. I cant deny how weirdly hollow i feel now.

And the sparrow on weed screeched

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