so its a little after 9am. Its cold out, the sun hasn't broke yet and my tummy is full. I figuried this was the most apropriate place to write, written in between the lines of an old science text book. I am not sure where this is going to take me. My thoughts are jumbled and my heart has just split in two. There is no glue and I am out of tape. Just why am I writing this? I might be going out on a limb here and I'm not even sure you can understand this. I am sitting forwards on a backwards train. Jersey track - main line. I'm not thinking of anyone in particuler, yet thinking of everyone all at once. There are words singing in my head. My mismatched heart is looking for some glue. Theres a shortness to my breath and my nose is runny. My tummy is full and yet I still feel empty. Say goodbye.
Daylight is streaming in through the window and I am still looking for last nights stars.
