or too much.
If dinner out with friends will lead to seeing pain pull up just outside of the restaurant.
It would be hell on earth to see that smile, knowing that I would be the one to take it away.
I haven't slept for more than a few hours in more than four days,
anemic, exhausted.
I don't want to wander.
I want to go the airport and sit,
let the world wader by.
You don't see people you know in airports.
I'm getting smaller too, watches and shirts hanging on bone joints,
I don't see the point in eating when I can just cook.
From all fast food, to some bread
and some water
tomorrow.
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