  yeah, so. another day another journal. i have a blog for every mood and every part of life that i happen to be in at that very moment. this particular journal is dedicated to the moment that i stared up at my ceiling, vodka for blood, and couldnt see the world beyond your eyes. and everything i remembered of you crystalized out of time's flow as i reached out for a fragment of words, an elusive rhthym, struggling on wisps of startled air. But i could make no sound, and what I had remembered fled in a deathless song. 
