Friday, January 23, 2009


I feel like I am not done writing yet.

There is a Danger in my brain. It's not just the half-bottle of wine speaking (that's a normal night for me, wait until I finish the other half), it's a Thing that bubbles in my neurons and I don't feel like I can control it all the time. I hardly ever control it. I think that it mostly It controls me.

Maybe it's just the Loneliness.

I hope so.

Lyrics of the Day

"So why do I get so lonely, when there really ain't nothing wrong. Cause I can sleep just fine when you hold me, can't sleep at all when you're gone. And why do I stay out drinking, when I should just get back home? I guess the company of strangers is better than drinking alone." Joe Purdy Why Do I


Anonymous said...

someone needs a hobby

Heidi said...

writers write babe. you totally have it in you. the blog, the poetry, the words spill out.