Friday, September 7, 2012

Coffee Stains

There are some long nights, rolling under covers meant for more than what's beneath. Words run through your head crashing into corners turning into letters- becoming words (I still love you) Best remedy is to forget. Still thinking, now writing- somehow it makes more sense put on to paper- some sort of extension of reality- a somewhat false( yet fully true) story of the situation. Undefined(entirely preventable). A few more cups of coffee. Another sunrise-sunset.