guiled gravity

the cliff hanger of quarter life crisis ,the caffeine that douses the soul and the drenched lashes that droop with heavy weightiness . a frown ,the wrinkled bags from nights that never end .the wrench , the collapsing of breaths that break into murmured sobs .stolen white tees that smell of a memory . draped,worn in pain that linger past time healed .the wind blows ,the silence callswhat does the sign read . where do i go from here .strength that clawed the nails thin .instability my only friend . insanity my only solace . pills my only remedy . my mind the only tragedy . sq. 21 4th feb 06 -3 am . new york-singaporeleave a light on for me ....its friday night and i'm hoping in this liquid wasteland that i will find someone with wide open eyes ...the moist looking type where it seems like they're either shining bright or trying to hold back tears