we are always saving the best for last, aren't we

127 hours

hoping not to get caught,
we went on top of broadway theater that day.

next time we will pitch our tents and stay the night.

i think part of my brain is still on the sidewalk from where i fell earlier today.

i will scrape it up in the morning.

I write about things that I'm not ever sure of anymore.
My mind has fallen into a deep hole and
I have stopped searching for it.

"strange fruit"

what a beautiful, powerful, sad song.

It’s not enough.
And the sun shines through me showing all my cynical flaws.
Casting a shadow across those people next store who only want to sell their souls.