i havent written in a month
the only thoughts that blow in are of an uncertain future
living through this once, only once, and never again
that alone is the driving force behind each states name i place behind my eye before sleep
where do i want to relearn how to walk?
new york's a ghost, typical, white sheet faceless banshee leaving my glass half empty, i am always parched waiting for more, waiting for yesterdays tomorrow..or today..or-
so do i....well..what do i do?
i need this now, now, now