breaking me breaking you | 2009-05-11

it's almost 4a.

can't sleep.
things here are....
messy.

the birds are already singing their good morning songs.

you can hear them, deafeningly loud, above the nothingness of early morning calm.

i wish i could record them.
and play them back for you.

i'd fill up all the empty spaces in between the damaged words of our fragile conversations.

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