I took a hike at twelve-thirty-five... The streets are dead but the roads are busy. In the distance, the merrymaking of drunken misery can be heard and seen. Oh, such a ghost that is me to haunt this bag of bones that wears my face. I whistle a tune to haunt the forest too and the night jars carry it on. I named the little critters that scurry all around the floor even as I watch their inevitable falls. Oh, such a cruel player that I am to play such wicked games. A firecracker lights the sky, then another and now I wonder what day it is for such festivities. That reminds me.. It seems I forgot my birthday again. Oh well, it's just another date for the calendar man. I gaze at the stars in the sky as my fingers trace the scars on my arms. Oh, such a fool that i am to bring such woes to a timid beast that is me. It's been awhile since this stroll began. Round and around we go, yet I never tire of you. I wonder if you're online right now and if you'd reply if... Never mind. There must be words I should say here but none of them would matter. Oh, such a bother I must be to the ones I love, ever running away only when the song begins to play. I've come to a standstill... This place seems new. No, it seems I'm the only new thing here. I ponder the mistakes of the past week just as much the possibilities that may be in store for me if I were to be discovered here. Sleeping bodies in every room, diurnal creatures of habit living out memories.
I know it hurts down in the deep end When the currents sweep you up like inescapable dreams and your seizing breaths as you discover yourself here when you awake. Such a mystery you are, beautiful little one.