yeah, the sound of old thoughts too long gone to even regret
the sound of torrential rain,
i'll oil my 21speed cog tomorrowtomorrow onceitdries...
dust leaves good cold glass enough room to contemplate is enough room too..
instead i eat an apology(spicy) and agree,
enough room to open my windows to the rain, sleep cold, agree and wake up with enough room to agree with dreams apology
i don't have a single new years resolution,
if my parents read my letter to 2012(been writing letters on NYE to the next year for about a decade good tradition) they'd be worried about depression but they also don't know exactly how many of my peers have degrees, 40-100k in debt AND work at sbux rightalongsideme.

te point is. rain. good beer. weekend. another two days to face it burning face ten stories to confront while cool, wrapped in blanket, cozy, cushion. can i? will i?