shakedown, 1am.

there was a time i was not so lonely. there was a time i had things to say. there was a place i was not the only person there without a name. i’ve spent a lot of my time wondering just what it is that i don’t know. i’ve spent a lot of my time wandering, and still i’m no closer to home. the blackberries ripen and the pinecones fall, there is something about this place in the fall. i wish i weren’t the one in the corner. it looks a lot easier to live in the light. there was a time i was not so lonely. i don’t really remember how it felt.