palm trying to forget the sunrise. the blue. the orange. the green?

trying to forget the good stuff. making it all bad...

making it seem like a waste of time.

wasn't it all just a waste of time? my time. my precious...time.

such a waste. and now. nothing.

just a long stretch of forever, this plastered and crooked river that stretches passed the horizon and touches the forgotten sunset...

or at least the one i'm trying so very hard to forget...
mikejohnson that's a good point, but not on sunday
usually gets tired on sunday nights.
mon uow losing_to_sleep 050222
pSyche conquered by fears.

I know what's waiting for me tomorrow.
And I know what isn't waiting.

I pay dearly for these extra hours.
what's it to you?
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