now i have chosen the direction, will you fallow?

"with nobody in your bed the night's hard to get through"

this weekend has been encapsulated in a sandy snowglobe. everytime the dust has settled, along comes some snot nosed infant to shake and destroy the simple measure of peace that had descended upon these bones. all week i waited in silent anticipation, just longing to be close to her, to you. the tie was laid out, but was never picked up and carefully knotted. i spent several days drifting out of conciousness, walking the dead streets of this dying midwestern city. i've decided by the next time the seasons have shifted and the heavy winter winds fall, a hammer from god's own hand, i will be resting my bones on a western coast. there are twenty five more weeks, an hourglass fashioned in the shape of this dry northern state. what it holds, diamonds or dirt, has yet to be seen, a flintlock to the glass, but no promises. the two fates are intertwining, and i'm waiting for the words to escape her lips, what words exactly i have as not yet surmised. right now she holds my days in a locket around her neck, suspended by the faintest of silver chains, waiting for the muse of the wind to come and capture it, turning my soul out to the winds. right now i'm at the crossroads, eyes weary of scanning the horizon, the soles of my shoes anxious to collect more dust and memories. now i have chosen the direction, will you fallow?


listening to -
jesus christ - brand new (the devil and god are raging inside of me)
rat within the grain - damien rice (9 crimes)
the badlands - gatsby's american dream (in the land of lost monsters)
those who left - murder by death (like the exorcist, but more breakdancing)
i'll stand by you - the pretenders (the one and only love)
empty - ray lamontange (till the sun turns black)