When I don’t hear from you,
I tend to think the worst.
This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook. I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it? Please be careful. Its all I have..
I think I met you once in that sleepy-sleep state. You know the in-between place. That quiet place between here and gone, where the room sof...