shiny night.

its terrible.
a void filled to the brim with emptiness.
its ironic, like shiny bronze.
days that end with nights.
and nights that end with days.
its the week of the weak widower.
i am cold.
and i could do with sunshine.
the kind that thaws ice cold insides.
inside i am ice cold.
my heart at auction.sold!sold!
dear sunshine...leave your bloody clouds
and shine.
shine.
shine!you damned bitch.

broken flowers.

" the past is already gone, and i know that.the future's not here yet,whatever it may be.so all we have is this.now. " - Bill Murray in 'Broken Flowers'.

bedtime.

i deleted everything i wrote here.oops.