watching the rails.

garbage. i can't write anything but garbage. i'm too focused on the actual writing and not enough on the other aspects which fill the page. my arms are trembling from utter exhaustion, and my mind is off attempting to pay my speeding ticket before a warrant is issued for my arrest at three in the afternoon. i want to leave town on a freight-train. it's raining. i would get soaked and then wind would cut my flesh though my cheap rain coat straight to the bone. looks like i'm stuck watching the rails head towards the great western freedom, and the interstate pave the way to southern familiarity. here i stay, my lonely northern outpost sheltering for at least a few more seasons. i will cop out, i always do. there is no coast, there are no mountains, there is just here. there is just this. the game is up, at least for today.

listening to -
lost - coldplay (viva la vida)
easy - faith no more (buzz ballads)