say hello to the angels

I don't sleep anymore. My neighbor's sprinklers turn on at 7 am around the same time a white car delivers the newspaper. I watch the sun rise over the river. Everything is so quite, so still, the only sound is the tide brushing up against the beach. Everything is just so vibrant.

I hate when the demos are better than the actual cd. let down.
I hate how I'm not who I used to be.
I don't enjoy anything I used to.
But I still quote the same books.


I remember how I never used to drink or smoke. I thought both were disgusting. I listened to what they told us in school. I didn't want a black lung or a diseased liver. Now I smoke 4 packs a week and drink every chance I get. Everything isn't as simple as it's supposed to be. Nothing makes sense. Every year I get older but not any wiser. I can't even remember what day it is.

I could be better than this. I could have a life worth living. I take that back.