Jan
07
07
This weekend is doomed
not the end of the world kind of doom
but doomed to have a sad stench of self pity and numbness
crawling inside myself
enjoying the cramped comfort only I can provide
recharging for the long road ahead
and checking in as much baggage as I can
while praying for it all to be lost somewhere in the deep pockets of my mind
This shell is getting so damn fragile it can’t afford any more exposure.
