August 6th
i will wander restless and incomplete
and let you turn your back on me.
and wait like a curtain above a window
like a lightswitch on a wall
for the moment when I will be
useful. and when you use me,
I wont blame you for being practical

August 2nd
the days are all filled with blanks

August 1st
your salvation is a door with a knob that doesn't turn anymore.
your window is a wall you see a forrest not a frame
dialing disconnected phones and mispronouncing names
do you sell your soul for a paycheque or give up your paycheque for a soul?
every call is to a stranger and some instrumental hold
and she said i've never heard of him or you
i said its okay love you wont anytime soon