May 18, 2009 § Leave a comment
I want to meet new people, foreigners, hessians, hitchhikers, artists, lovers, hearts.
I don’t know where I am going, I don’t know what I am doing. I am lost.
there is a feeling like my chest is caving in on itself and the release of salt crystals down my cheeks do nothing to relieve it.
If i could choose it, I would stay in bed all day, drifting in and out of dreams and patterns on my walls. I’d never know hunger, I’d never need human contact, I’d never know emotions. It would be my own secret garden.
I am sick…