I've got a candle lit, lighting a ciggy off it... tuned into radio Paris (je ne suis pas le français mais j'aime simplement l'accent, je ne peux pas comprendre trop bon non plus). I can't sleep, I'm laid on top of the sheets cos it's clammy. There's a cold glass of milk on the cabinet and QA is where I'm at...trying to help folk along lifes journey.... My kitten is curled by my feet and the clock on the wall echoes in the silence. In the back of my mind, life's streaming video plays...memories of what used to be....... somewhere, out there, the dawn is heralding a new day, in other places the night is creeping in....and in every lonely apartment, my thoughts are with likeminded hearts, trying to see through their eyes...at the end of my day...the world seems to be still buzzing in the fast lane... I wanna talk, yet she doesnt, I wanna just sleep and hope its all a dream, but its not... I want to write and talk more but I'm running out of space......have a good day everyone. J.J U.K
2007-08-13
14:56:12
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