Slowly Going The Way Of The Buffalo

Tables turn and old friends are finding themselves in need of company.

I love the way that when the rain won't give in, everyone else feels this disease that I live with. Using words like dreary, gloomy, and Grey. Welcome to Narcolepsy, where the forecast is always dark clouds and rain showers. What's really sick, is the fact that I'm more than proud to have established a residence here. I almost feel like it's a gift. Relaxing rain dripping on tin roofs. JustGiveIn.

I scratched mosquito bites in my sleep to the point that they have scabbed over... like my subconscious is the artist, and my body is the canvas, painting scars to remind me of our weekend on Fripp Island.... where I was bitten... or at least got the bug.

When it rains it pours, and this applies to potential mates. I've already passed my heart on so the rest of them are just wasting time. Lazy eyes stuck on maybes.

Sometimes I feel like the clock is telling me off.. instead of the time. I'm the page that you keep flipping back to, you know... the one you keep bookmarked for future references only.

I'd type more but my energy has been used up by my heart, waving this white flag.

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