storm clouds, raining drenched to the bone.

things aren't great.. well its bad.. kinda bad not like dying bad.. but really bad..

sky overcast and typing next to a rain splattered window

How do you look.. fabulous..

well the above is the last thing on my mind..

well enuff of bad mumbling.. time to let it go.. well would not want to keep humming around the same bug.. time to move on..



right now just hope to find a spot on a bench next to the sea with the sun out and blue clouds and maybe a stereo with pink martini and corrine both may and bailey rae well its fantasy...

time to hop back to life..

time to breathe .. waiting to have it taken from me..