In my mind Saturday is the best day of the week. Sometimes I just watch the walls, but most of the time I listen to some music and relax. The blackness, the darkness for ever.
Now, I'm lying here in my bed with my thoughts scattered on the floor. I can't think of anything to say. to write. We suffer every day. What is it for? Just to see what could happen. Just to see what could be. Now I am weary and I feel like I do. Through the alleys and hallways. Smashed and thrown up to the walls.
Slowly we unfurl.