Remember back when seasons don't change

Late December winds bringin pain, back to me...
and I've been closing these doors for days
the sky is fallin down on my grave...

oh are we gonna make it?


It happens so fast. I didn't even feel the impact, at the time, the way I feel it now. I don't remember it as an event. More as a short series of polaroids, flipped through, pointing out "this happened right before we hit, and this happened right after". Eventually the adrenaline runs out. It started around midnight last night. I guess I had some left, though, because every time I stand up, there is something new, on top of everything else. I really don't want to get back behind the wheel right now. I know I have to, soon enough, but I really just want to put that off for as long as possible. I'd rather just wait for a while. Just lay on my back on my bed. The only way I can get comfortable.


Currently Listening to
All The Stars And Boulevards
by Augustana