Monday, February 28, 2005
goodnight sweet heart
The whole thing was a blur, a liquor-soaked diversion from carrying around a broken heart wrapped in rice paper and twine. Love isn't supposed to be painful, nor is it supposed to be taxing and now it is both at once and it continues to intensify with each passing fractured beat. So here's to the return of the lonely, here's to living the days as an only. Here's to the rest of the world, kids. Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.