Thursday, December 20, 2018
I lie on my bed and stare out through the vertical blinds into the smoky white sky, and try to hold onto a single thought.
Everything is static and I can't find the answer that I need.
It's like I'm standing at the edge of a long tunnel, calling out into the dark and the only thing I hear is the echo of my own voice trailing off into the blackness.
Posted by andrew hillard at 2:20 PM