a dying fire has been resparked, just what the hell am i doing, to chickenshit to do it yet to withdrawn to let anybody do it for me.
its getting hard, too fucking hard, i'm going to lose her, i know it, and that's the worst thing about it, i know it, our lives will separate and i wont see her, ever, and i'll just keep thinking about what i should have done.
only the memory will remain, i gotta change it.
November is a scapegoat, a pseudo name, nothing more then mere code, the one i want, i see every week, yet i try not to let myself put into a situation that would be unknown of to me, new waters, deep dark new waters

my brown eye girl.