something i wrote...
 

its raining here again...
and my sky will fall tonight...
as she sits breathing in monotone...
taking prerecorded sips from her empty jar...
...because tonight...
she's giving it all up to the wine...
giving in to her divine addiction;
to avoiding this emotional attraction...
and she's letting go of all of the irrational that has kept her here for a lifetime...
"...there should be so much more...";
a whisper into her jar;
a quiet postcard to the silence within her own little private revolution...
that shes dreamed of screaming in seven languages...
...because tonight...
she is this black hole...
and nothing will escape...





thats it...for the most part...feel fre to tear it apart if you'd like...any comments are interesting to me....thanks