it_seems_im_always_waiting sab walking into an empty sepia hotel room i drop my bag on the bed wrinkles like ripples fouling the smooth surface of the blanket and wander over to the window. the only sign of life in here are the dead flies on the window leaning my head against the glass i wonder why i always find myself waiting in these blank hotel rooms for you 060326 ... unhinged . 080331 what's it to you? who go blather from