fucking fragments.

my soda sizzles beside me
as I rest
bereft of
that large
clamorous
doubt--

the one
that filled my
ears with fear
and my eyes
with tears.

---

what might I do
were
I
sure
of you?

---

I had a thought.. more than two words for once. where the fuck did it go?
I know what's wrong, but it's not something wrong at all. it's a shame my doubt and tendency toward gullibility make me so afraid that I don't have a clue.

that doesn't have to be a bad thing, it's just how it seems with new things.

indian food, dripping skies, the exchange of gifts, veggie pizza.

I've had such a wonderful month so far, some relics are falling by the way-side, and some good friends are going through hard times but I'm having a splendid time.

need a second job though, if I'm gonna get the fuck outta here.