So here it is. 4:51 in the morning. still flying from the coffee. still smoking. not quite thinking. not quite caring. the things we are working for- are they working for us? the gut knows the truth. the gut always knows. and the truth is always painful. always real. i am looking into a black hole that i wish were a rainbow. lets split town for the weekend. get perspective. when we get back we can look back. don't stare too long into the distance ahead. relax. and remember- everything we said.
