not tired enough yet and began looking through sketchbooks, came along something my twisted mind made up a few nights before we moved...

8/14
watch me depreciate the bag broke spilling groceries, tears, dreams onto the pavement. spiders repopulate the earth leaving a sticky labyrinth to plod through. times like these make you wish you were seven. carefree and saving for a shiny new bike. never listless and hopeless. without a muse. cookies and kisses no longer fix everything. lost a piece of me in every packed up box. new occupants moving in ready to dismantle walls and redecorate. keep your joys to yourself, and i'll keep mine within a box i won't find when looking hardest. where is my carefree life, chewing gum to the beat of a drum. it left in a hurry, wrenching itself from the liplock with a wistfull gaze that said "i'm sorry." and i'm a wreck, shattered windshield and crumpled hood colliding with the unknown at 40 mph. it's not over. can't stop wanting you. even if you don't look my way.

damn, i'm so emo.