"i don't quite know yet what i'm waiting for.
as the curtains begin to close on the crystalline city sky
the fallen stars start to play their final act
upon the stage of battered streets and shattered sidewalks
consisting of broken fragments of stories past and memories lost"

i need to work.
things are written.
lots of random things i write on these sleepless nights

but without a thread to hold my disjointed thoughts together
i don't know, it just doesn't make any sense.

what's a skeleton without a spine right?


that's how i feel right now.