i slept like a kid

12:45 a.m.

10:30 p.m
10:00 p.m.
4:43 p.m.
3:17 p.m.

and i felt the arms and the heat and the sweat.

But in the day that past their was nothing again. And its this nothing. this apathy that leads me away.

I went to meet Naomi. We drank, we talked, and we ate. We played and we swayed. Her house was a home. She tried to convince me to stay in Brooklyn. But I had to go and I always have to go eventually.

these days are like nothing. I search and I search for higher meaning, for inspiration, and I find it the few and far. And I have been deceived by my own self, in the believing that it can exist anywhere you have hope. And yet their is still something that keeps me wandering.