Wednesday, January 22, 2014
There Must Be Somewhere Else (SOLD)
Little past 2 a.m., but just don't feel like going to bed. Well, I'm starting to, getting tired, baby. One day back at work and already the misty remembrance of my true life has faded. Just feel like there must be some dusty road I should be on...on my way to some adventure, windows down, crickets chirping, "Dreams" playing on a radio. Surely my soul wasn't meant to drip, drip, drip onto a desk with a keyboard, trying to keep quiet, but always, trouble finds me.