It’s not evening. The time I’m writing this. It’s morning. Feels like a Sunday, funny enough. For all you historians of this nonsense. Might be that I’m feeling like a younger man today, all stupid and sick and such.
Tag: want
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.15.17
What is it that I want to say here? I could have sworn I had something. Somewhere in the sleep deprived delirium, looking down upon the last scraps of humanity stumble, bumbling and fighting their way down Bourbon Street. It was something sad, but poetic. A long, drawn sigh… sounding almost sweet after being strangled…
The Veracious Facade 