pull over and tell me your name

2004-06-23, 7:48 p.m.

usually i come on with the intention of fitting a whole weeks worth of emotions into one entry, filled with assorted tools that mask the reality and leave only the faintest notion that i really exist. today is different, not that i really feel the urge to describe the last hour, but i promise that i did live, and breathe, and walk the streets of town. that is where someone made my day, passing by, with no name or permanent face for me to cling to. maybe its best that way, maybe there is so much more that i miss; it happens this way for me right now.

i feel like that swollen leaf that slices through the air of six a.m....