8pm. Home again.
Tired of all this wait. Feels it's getting late.
Only night let's me write mosta the
time. So hard to know. What to do, where to go.
Well it's so hollow. What I follow. What I hope to believe.
In this mistake I try to see how all this came from just one eve.
Call out to father, but why bother. It's a quarter full, the
glass of memories and what I needed. I wanna leave this blurry head
far behind.
2pm. Alone again.
Too much to think. Empty, no smoke or drink.
Waiting here as rain clears the air.
Idle time away from ghosts of foggy yesterday.
She glares, I fall down the stairs
in my mind. It won't rest.
He says it's all in my head.
But I'm right, feel it when I wake in bed.
I hope to go far away.
In the mountains, one fine day.
I'll lie outside with the rain.
And let it wash all the guilt away.
