image: a curious note i forgot and tacked on my computer.
the smell of night.
the sweet taste of the morning sun.
the texture of a harmonica on the tiny hairs behind my neck...
...

no new stories to tell.
just old ones that have yet reached denouement.
far from bored, my eyes are still peeled.
and my feelings... once again changing

...

weekend's here.
i had an entire line-up of things to keep myself COMPLETELY busy
and am chucking that out the window now.

Fate, whatever that may be - will have to decide what will happen or not.
Cause i ... i give up.