moleskine.

i wrote a poem today.
it is not a happy poem.
nor is it within my reach.
i will post it tomorrow.
if i can remember to do so.
but i don't usually write so spontaneously anymore.
so i can't make promises.
or maybe that will make it easier to remember.
i don't know.

tool brings the raw out of me.

i guess i need to watch things die from a distance.