silence is scarry.

so good that there's still a bit of road to go, a bit of night to sleep through, before...
I didn't care that so much would change, but now I feel a sudden urge to keep a few old familiar elements to myself. 'cause it seems like everybody else has giant plans before them, great and beautiful ones, while I still can't find job and have no foundation of warmth and sweetness. how am I going to make it throught the fall?
sometimes, when I get stressed out, I start feeling sick.
it will be my first weekend here in the W. city since I can't remember when; a twinge of anxiety.
someone took the summer away, turned off the light, dashed my hope. the room is empty, I'm counting the popcorn balls on the floor and the steps echoing in the distance.