here i am at 4:29 am watching reruns of Boston Legal.
i have at least 4 entries i have been wanting to do for the longest time but i am once again in a rut.
i am, once again, rolled in bubble wrap. my mind is blank.
ok, it’s not really blank, i would want it to be blank, but its just swirling with memories, thoughts, things left to say, things i wish i never said, things that maybe i should have done, things that i shouldn’t have done, days, afternoons, nights that it was just there…
but no one is coming after me.
so once again, i sing my song.
when i’ve shown you that i just don’t care
when i’m throwing punches in the air
when i’m broken down and i can’t stand
will you be man enough to be my man?
who would be man enough?
i hope he is….