breakfast

it's lost isnt it, like spilled milk.

you cant put it back into the jar.

it tastes different even if you lick it off the floor.

the milkboy isnt going to bring the milk to me.

not like before.

the milkboy's late,

oh and why do i hope i'll get my milk,

when i know he's afraid, afraid to tell.

Hey ya i holler out, i know it i hollered again,

my milk is gone, but thanks to you.

Ive had the best milk i could ever have.

the end, of the beginning of the end.

the end?

weather report.

my eyes bleed like the weather.

clear skies oh clear skies, where art thou?

2 years

-sigh-

i believe in many cyclical things.

why can't i believe i'm in one now?

fuck 2 yrs.

if u r reading this, i haven't stopped loving you one bit.

it won't change, whatever decision u make.

-sigh-