Real

So, sleep deprived and with that odd pit-fall feeling in my stomach, the one you get when you are so far past exhausted it just gets riddiculous. Like, you know, falling asleep at the train station. In. You know. Major hectic cities.

...Aaanyways...

Just wanted to put this out there tonight, before the stroke of midnight turns us into another day of hope and misery.

Hope dangles on a string

Etched to these walls

it lingers amidst sin and pain and

love

.

far away your voice is an echo

of the past, the future a distant page untouched

.

Hope looks ahead

silver chains shattering like frozen rain

.

whatever comes beyond this moment will be

.

but hope dangles on a string

so thin it becomes us

thick enough to endure

.

Somedays you want nothing more than the clock to pause and halt the un pending changes that await us around the corner. Life strolls along, smiling at the good and the bad and inevitably we do to...

Didn't mean to get philosophical. Exhausted, drained, shattered, remember? Plus chocolate... I'll just, be over there *points * in the bed.

cheesecake

Peaches