Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Oh.
Booking in.
Nothing much to say.
'll be back by.. Thursday night.
I think.
There's no piano in camp.
Oh well.
There isn't a lot of stuff in camp either.
Many.
Why am I even saying this.
This is so, May.
If you want to, you'd be able to do it.
And if you don't, no matter how much you tell others you want to,
or how much you tell yourself you want to,
or how much you pretend to want to,
it won't happen.
I'd love to fly away like this, throwing my hearts away.
8:42 PM; `dead.Y