wrap me in that devilish smile
that pressed collar and those
black-rimmed glasses

you humble me.

Last night, I had a conversation with Johnny Cash ( Read more... )

These past few days have been absolutely crazy and full of a whirlwind of thought, all of which seems perfectly prose-like at the moment, but when the time comes, I can't seem to muster up the desire to elaborate. Maybe that has something to do with the fact that it is almost 3am.

Goodnight, world.

What do I feel?

Do I feel what gets me through the night

or do I feel what I fear is the truth?