I am wokrking, getiing out
dog sitting and excercising even
the tinest bit
smoking too much
organic ice cream
new dvd player
haunting the libarary
for distraction from the silence at night
sometimes i just cry and wish i was dead
and yet feel somehow, my life is not my own
that i have givin it away, my heart in peices
to everyone I kissed I run from the silence in
house, that eccoes whats benneth every momnets longing
so i must befirend this silence within
that eccoes without
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