10/26/08

The night closes in, creeping up in unexpected ways allowing no chance to escape until dawn. Eyelids grow heavy, thoughts grow strong. I can't sleep the way I used to. Could you look me in the eyes and tell me I was wrong? This conversation has no substance, no face. The sly smile contorts your face in a way that does not suit you. Dear God, DEAR GOD. Who shall be the savior now?