i couldnt sleep last night. i tossed and turned for hours.
i did what i always do when sleep eludes me ...
i wrote .. is my release. my surrender. my fight. my strength.
i should just hand over the notebooks and the journals over to a shrink and say here figure me out. please.
12.06.2003 5:19 p.m.
cry on the shoulder of the road
cry on the shoulder of the road
