A walk. At midnight. A drive. Along a winding road. A drink. At the bar. A movie. On the couch. A smile. In a faded phototgraph.
A memory. From the past.
"Now your pictures that you left behind Are just memories of a different life"
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
"Against my will I stand beside my own reflection It's haunting how I can't seem... to find myself again My walls are closing in Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take I've felt this way before So insecure"
"Well I need someone to hold me But I'll wait for something more Yes I've gotta have faith..."
Sunday, July 01, 2007
I've slept 16 hours straight. I suspect it's because I'm not well. I also suspect that that's just a convenient excuse.