Saturday, December 19, 2009

Walk away

Sittting there. Shuts the car off. Staring at me. Why not? What's the harm? What do you mean what's the harm?! No. No. No. I don't want this. I don't want you. Thanks for the ride, see you later. Sorry. Not you. Not today, not tomorrow.

1 comment:

emasaurus said...

Yikes. Sounds like you had a nasty brush with something. I hope you're okay.