Friday, July 9, 2010

I'll Roll a While Longer

As I lay lifeless on my couch, mentally scanning for any evidence that could still prove that she existed here, I reflect. The empty cans of beer that decorate my floors so useless in their hollowness are pushed helplessly with every gust of wind that enters through my windows. Much like the cans I am empty, weighing minimal in the grandness that is life. The symphony of noise from beyond my walls tell me to move on but right now that very effort of pushing me is attention that I desperately need. I’ll roll for a while longer and then I’ll move on.

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