8am

yes you read that right i'm typing this at 8am... an hour before i'd set my alarm to go off and 2 hours before i actually had to get up... oh joy.


sleep in my eyes, body heavy and weak, drawn into this world from my rocky sleep,
stretching out, reaching for something that's not there, curling back to only me, only me sitting here only me on my own... again.

if i lay back down, if i stand and walk, if i shout out loud, or even if i just bothered to talk... what would the point be
maybe if i lost some weight, or changed my hair again, i could land myself a date, put this loneliness to an end... what would the point be

This be my current single status, the be my current wanting status, i dance alone, with a dream in my head, i walk alone, cause my faith is dead.

i have my key commands, i'll do as you please, for no one understands, i've given up my needs
end of the day i'll stretch again, my final strength to find something more then this, end of the day i'll lay again, in hope that tomorrow, tomorrow when i reach out someone else who is reaching out will brush my hand with theirs.