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Sitting on the porch smoking alone some cd playing loud drinking diet pepsi and wishing it was vodka. Just a touch to relax. Trying to clear my head or at least concentrate on one train of thought at a time. Trying to combat the loneliness I feel in my bones - so deep in my soul. Curious, yet despondant on the topic of love. I fear I've grown old - grown cold before harvest time was reached. It's not right for someone so young to feel so all alone. So all alone. Back |