i can't quite put my finger on it, but something is bothering me. i wish that i had a philosophical question to ask the masses who read this to comment on, but i have none.
it seems that the only wise choice at the moment would be to go to sleep. somehow, i can't. it's times like these when i'd like to be given the ability to fly - because i would. i'd soar above the united states, looking down on the lights that scatter across the country, and i'd continue across the ocean, until sunrise, when i'd find a small tropical island to live on. and i'd stay there until i felt it safe to return to greenwood...
that's it, i'm done. bothered or not, i need my sleep.
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