Don't be afraid,
she whispers perfectly into my ear.
Her tear-sticky cheek is pressed to mine and
I can feel her lips painting their color
onto my overstretched lobes.

I wish I could say I don't know what she's talking about. "This girl is clearly insane." I'll later say to my companions, a half raised glass masking my words. That, like much of what I say, will be a lie. I try to think back to when I first encountered the crazy-not-crazy girl, and find that I cannot. It seems she's always been there, hovering on the borderland of my memories.

Fuck It

I'm not throwing in the towel, I'm using it to wipe the sweat from my face as I face down reality, uncertainty, lonliness and desperation. There ain't no point in turnin' round now. It is what it is and it's always gonna be that way.
so
keep on pacin'. One more step 'cause even with 3 back for 1 forward, a little progress is made.
Heel/toe
Heal/tow
Heel/toe

Starving Artist

I don't think I've ever been as poor as I am right now.
I've got student loans rolling in (anyone know how to delay those?)
I can't drive.
Pubic transit doesn't run reliably enough to get me to a different set every day.
If every mile I walked today was worth one hundred dollars, I out-paced my bank account.
A collection of people owe me more than double the contents of said account. (Shows me how trusting to be. What a pricey lesson).
I don't know how I'm gonna make it through the new year.
I don't know if I'm gonna make it here.