January 2010
4 posts
the wind outside..
feels like it’s going to rip the flesh from my bones. And the otherworldly sound it makes as it wraps around the buildings in the city. Like it’s laughing at us pitiful creatures as we scurry around. Trying to get from hole to hole unharmed.
Like rats.
it's funny
how much can change in a year.
people have come and people have gone. i’ve gained and i’ve lost. i’ve bought. i’ve sold. i’ve fallen in love. but this place, this slab of concrete, seems to never change.
static.
and this cold, gray air seems to suck the life right out of it.