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