sporadic brightness through the spring rain

sunday 20th april 2003 @ 23:14

too many early mornings. work draining me of my resources. so i don't call. and every hour that the clock ticks you are on my mind. lighting sparklers in the dark. but they burn away too fast and their sporadic brightness is too cold. collecting sad songs and black and white clippings. and cleaning.

reading: old magazines

hearing: brian howe, jakatta, tori amos, jeff buckley, journey

wanting: a lie in

fearing: old age