January 2010
Manic.
It is morning, I feel like I’ve been mourning for weeks. I am thinking of you again. You always come to mind at times like these. When I am alone and i have nothing in my head other then the dull buzz of the day that is to come.
Two days later and i can’t sleep. Sleep is more elusive than ever ,it plays with me coming and going, tugging on my strings then darting away. Well, I can sleep but it’s...
