i am but one small instrument
everything is in piles. stacked tight. clothes folded neatly in my suitcase. cd.s, tapes, lamp, clock, cameras, paint, brushes, paper, pens; packed together in boxes. eight garbage bags, full of shit. some to goodwill, some to the dump, some recycled. all my spoiled shit.
necessities in piles, on the floor. waiting to be placed in the trunk. the 101 drive to Los Angeles...the city of angels/ lonely as I am, together we cry. one month.
so I'll hit the pavement/...so I'll take my chances/& head on my way up there.
i heart you all. sign my guestbook. love x 20.
when the day is fresh, i'm coming home again,
<3ah.lex
