Long days give way to longer nights.
Yet I can never find enough time in a day.
Like I'm scouring the edges of the Earth in a dastardly attempt to uncover a way to make this life longer, or at least the line of this stanza.
I'm worn out.
Looking for a way out.
Another Summer in the grave.
Fun while it lasted.
Im gonna' stay eighteen forever.
So we can stay like this forever.
12:01 A.M. on a Friday morning.
Balance and Composure emitting from a pair of distant speakers.
Decided to fabricate a blog on a website I once fantasized writing for.
Have things to say, but can't seem to procure the words.
Becoming a better writer.
B e c o m i n g a b e t t e r p e r s o n.
Not looking for a hand out, just a hand up.
Like my old man's old man always said.
Wish I could've got to know you better Papa.
Ruminating the future.
Where will I be at year's end.
Where will I be when you decide to leave.
Converse in fragments, For the sake of uncertainty.
12:31 A.M. on a Friday morning.
Citizen now emitting from the same pair of distant speakers.
Sleep is beginning to incessantly nag at my body's extremities.
We will speak again shortly friends.