ThisEmptyChair

sooner or later the voices in my head will hush, reduced to faint echoes or residual whispers of a million voices disappearing like stars against the city's neon lights. until that day, i have to put down what they say lest my head will burst like a cup forced to hold an ocean. i do not promise anything that makes sense - i just have to put them down...

Sunday, August 21, 2005

sitting by you is a waste of my while