i'm sitting here thinking, i need to write.
i'm on a roll.
and then i get down to it, and i have writers block.
i have so much to say, yet nothing at all.

who cares really, what i have to say?
who cares really, what's on my mind?
who cares? really.
really. re-he-heallllly.


hello, how are you doing today?
i hope i find you're feeling healthy.
i'm so glad our paths crossed this time today.
on our way into the night.

i light a smoke
to provoke some thought.
but just as i inhale the toxicity,
the thought seems to disappear just as quickly as i exhale.
then i think "fuck, i'm trying too hard."

story of my fucking life.
done. over. next.

my mother doesn't return my calls.
my father doesn't talk to me.
i don't remember the last time i got a hug a didn't ask for.
a kiss i didn't expect.
or an 'i love you' without a 'too' at the end.
--now my thoughts stop.

and it hits me like a brick to the face..
how can anyone find me when i'm all over the place?