I'm waiting...I'm trying to be patient in the midst of
forgetting the plan or purpose which brought me to this
point of indecision... it's overwhelming, overbearing like a
fever or a spiderbite, a kiss or a paper cut. I'm losing sun
light as I write this, my requiem...
forgetting the plan or purpose which brought me to this
point of indecision... it's overwhelming, overbearing like a
fever or a spiderbite, a kiss or a paper cut. I'm losing sun
light as I write this, my requiem...



