Tonight is another beautiful night. The kind of night where you can go outside, hear the reverb of Whitewash, and realize your insignificance.
The window is open, a stale air rolls trough. Summer's dying fast but manages to keep one foot in the game, today being the hottest day of autumn for a few weeks.
Its only 88 outside.
I havent seen my father in 2 years. I've never seen Jamie.
Thats all going to change very soon.
I wish this apartment didnt feel like a prison. If only i had enough strength to open the locks myself. But thats what my training is all about.
Being one. Being the anti. Being the pro.
I have been getting better at controlling my anger. Some of the time, i cant help it, and forget to save face.
Deep breath. Inhale. Exhale.
i hate sleeping alone.
The window is open, a stale air rolls trough. Summer's dying fast but manages to keep one foot in the game, today being the hottest day of autumn for a few weeks.
Its only 88 outside.
I havent seen my father in 2 years. I've never seen Jamie.
Thats all going to change very soon.
I wish this apartment didnt feel like a prison. If only i had enough strength to open the locks myself. But thats what my training is all about.
Being one. Being the anti. Being the pro.
I have been getting better at controlling my anger. Some of the time, i cant help it, and forget to save face.
Deep breath. Inhale. Exhale.
i hate sleeping alone.
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