I've parked myself on a sofa at cafe insomnia.

it's happening again. i can't sleep.

again.

because i'm thinking of too many things. but as much of a frenzy my thoughts get themselves into at an ungodly hour such as these, they lay calm and less intimidating at my feet when i force myself to find the one thing that reigns supreme in my eternalsunshineofaspotlessmind utopia. and that one thing has been, of late, you. and the memory of a cushioned life remains my motivation for a whole lot of other things.

what do you want lyz?

go figure.

on second thought.

Don't.

it doesn't help being in the know most time heh.

my own shadow's a stranger. someone pls just place a gun on my head and bloody pull the trigger already.