keep me searching
11/23/2003 03:04 a.m.
the haze abounds with bodies: warm ones, which don't disturb the fog. we can barely breathe but we have to run. what are we to do? that's what we do. most of the time. speaking with sisters, rehashing old years; these things bring us some cool air, some clarity. but all is fuzzy, still. all we want to do is to lie down.
I am currently Detached
I am listening to california stars - wilco and billy bragg