I can't find my way home... I've been walking for years and all I meet on the way are the destroyers of my dreams. I am fraught with indecision, and disappointment. My expectations are wilting like a summer rose, and i'm receding to the confinement of my warm, cozy bed, where the only happiness I find is the deep sleep of oblivion.
My one of my two unmatching couches, waiting for the ps3 to update before I cave in and see how bad 'Sherlock Holmes' really is (the new one), all the while tinkering on my soon-to-be blog software while realizing I should be drafting up a list of secondary characters in my novel for this new artist to draft up profile sketches of whilst also daydreaming of the Kayak that should arrive my FEDEX tomorrow and skyping with my crush while I wait.
If I concentrate hard enough, I can imagine being the only creature in existence, and the only sound is that gentle, inhuman melody of the world turning.
everyday i'm another step closer to the city. i can't see it but the evergreens are thinning and with each step forward i can feel its pull strengthen that much more.