9 May 2012
Alone, at home with the door locked, music up. I sing along. Pass the time, train my voice. Play guitar. Sitting naked on the floor in my living room, drawing. Clothes are overrated.
I pick up my phone, write a poem. And put it up. I Comment Stuff. Pass the time, train my brain. Play tetris. Sitting here filling my iPod to the brink, music. So much music.
I need 240 gigs. No less! I need an iPad with iTunes U. I need a recording studio. I need a car. I need money.
I need a woman. I need someone to entertain me. I need someone who'll love me. I need a kid. I need a life.
Some day yes. Tomorrow no. Today it was not. Tomorrow it won't.
Weekends I search. She's not there. Next weekend maybe? Some day she'll be there.
Another day it wasn't. Another day in pain.
Giving Up. • Opuss № I