saturday night. you watch the minutes slave thru the grammars of late night shows while you contemplate thru invitations of crashing. you promise yourself your putting off to procrastinations to empty promises but you give in anyway.
too tired. you're too busy being busy you don't even have the time to realize it. you have all the time but you never have the time. it's dangerous and delicious and crazy all at the same time, but it is more than you cud bear. you let yourself fall. you have to. the weekend to the last weekend remains plans for the next years' to terminate. one good expectation-get a good night sleep. but it is not too important now.
you wish you cud get back every second you had stolen from time. but destiny wud never let you buy it back. too early to save for hours. too late for plans. too sick to even think about it. too proud to admit you are getting tired.
spinning around circles.spending listless obscenities. fishing for credits.getting scared.
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