on the bathroom floor

You get stuck in the well, and you cry out for help.
Then when the silence sets in
You look down
and find yourself standing within the reflection of the stars and the moon.

This week has been going quite nicely. My ipod crashed on me, some stupid phone call, but it's really nothing.

Sometimes it really bites to be understanding. It's a bite I know I should endure, in fact I want to. But it bites. Why hurt yourself when you can do it the easy way? You're really not obliged to care. Guess my mom really taught me too well.