James Here

God why are people such assholes?

The wind right now sounds like thunder and thunder sounds like guns military- men- would-have going off. Right outside, too close for comfort as memories come back from the little box they were shoved into. Broken bottles and fist fights...I wish I could just make it all freeze in time. Push it into the silence that absorbs my every aching, itchy muscle. Yet, if wishes were horsese cowboys would ride them; and i can't ride.  It's late and I want sleep but that's not coming at this hour anymore.