I hate the ride home after work. Everyone takes on shapes of vultures, crows circling around me, diving through the void in me, pecking,poking,picking,chewing tearing apart ME. Abit morbid but thats how being inatrainafterworkmakesmefeelitmakesmefeellikeshit
whenirealisehowaloneiam keptlookingatmyhandphonelisteningtoipodwiththesuperduperemosongsplaying tuggingchordsofmyheart imash
amedtosaythatearscameunbiddenwholejourneyiwasclenchingmyteethand
shuttingmyeyelids dishearteningthoughtswormeditswaythroughmymindthatithoughtwasfortified immissingsunshinesosorely.

Almost everything that happened are so oppressive. Lots to write but kept slipping. If only my mind has a pinup board that I can pin down anything. Bleah, sleep time.