Sans whiskey
Tonight was one of those nights where you could swear your breath comes out in a cloud, hanging heavy in the air. You only wish it was intoxicated with something delicious, something numbing, but instead it's only the remnants of an emotionally bold dinner and fruitless visit.
I drive along these roads, swimming along the asphalt, gliding along a train track, and I never want to be going at it alone. And then here I am, going home alone, brewing discontent on my own. I share my bed with no one, I have breakfast by myself -
I just didn't want it to be like that tonight.
2005-01-14 | 2:03 a.m.
