Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Looking out my window at 8:19 a.m. My window to mountains, the peek of sun amoung the clouds. The sound of Ray Lamontagne.
And... a big question sitting beside me. It seems to follow me everywhere I go. Im fine, and I remember... I wonder why it traps me with those emotions. I hit my hand against the couch to get a reaction. I know you don't know about it. But I also know I don't want you to know about it.

Obsessed...