stay

got back to the W city, to my tiny room with bars in the window. until the end of January I have eleven days at work to go and it feels like a whole lot of time.
I'm not sure whether the music I'm listening to is actually helping me or bringing me low.

I sit and wait patiently for the thoughts of this particular person to become irrelevant and just stop coming to my mind. this is the only way. let them die out. there is no substance that could veil them. nothing bigger than this in me. nor out in tonight's world.