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~Put all my dreams to bed,
Drank until the bottle cried,
Sleep won't weigh down this head,
But it's not like I havn't tried.
This room,
This bed,
This skin,
All seems to small to hold me
Tonight is stretching on in to eternity
And I'm waiting for the sun
To dry these tears and come.~
I feel like writing now, but I'm not sure about what. I have ideas swirling around in my skull, and my indecision keeps me from plucking one from them and developing it.
~Static, static, you're all nothing but static.
All sound, all the time, no inflection
Or punctuation
Just the hum of your being,
With no pause to listen.~
Maybe I'll go jot some stuff down and get back to this. ho-kay then!
-Jess