Tuesday, November 27, 2007

I see 2AM every night. Starting to see 3AM too. I lied. I don't speak to the walls. I don't speak at all. Beginning to understand what I've done, and I have no idea what I'm doing. It doesn't matter. The pigeons keep me company.

1 comment:

  1. It's a strange time, the first time you live on your own. It has been for me, anyway. Settling into yourself, finding out how you tick. It's an interesting experience - sometimes lonely, but also satisfying.