Step XIV
Nonsense
She walked in through the rain, and we both left any sense of decency at the door. There was a lot of misunderstanding, and plenty of shady intentions that night. As the dingy lights went out, so did the fire behind her eyes. Four hours later, a broken man walked away from a cheap motel that was fighting desperately to be reduced to ashes. The rain tried its hardest. It was a laughable attempt.
I don't often remember my dreams. Lately, I have been, and I think they would disturb me if I thought it was possible to be disturbed by your own subconscious. A lot of violence, to say the least.
The new year was brought in an almost blaze of glory. A good time to be sure, but kind of a let down at the same time. Looming re-incarceration dampens my spirit slightly.
I wanted to keep up with this on a daily basis, but I just didn't make the time to. I would really like to, if I can bring myself to do so. I'm not sure if I can always pick something meaningful out of my head. It sure does not seem as if I am able to at the moment.
Well, keep one finger on the pulse, and another on the trigger. Matches have either already given up, or are jumping at the chance to be struck.
1.03.2009
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