soon, baby, soon.

I should stop starting my Monday like this. I’m so sleepy that I don’t understand. Every inch of my body is in protest. They are picketing; telling me ever so often that they don’t want to work. Truth is I don’t want to work much either, but I’m here at work, so I’m dealing with it.

When all this is over (I don’t know when), I really want to take a break.
A break from these city lights. A break from this morning rush.




“… want to stay awake with you tonight, we can go, go, go anywhere you like, want to feel like I want to feel forever…”