exhaustion creeps like too much mead through my veins. my senses are dull, my actions sluggish. my mind, my mind is a million miles behind. the LA sprawl, in and out the streets run, the shops stare at the masked people that live there.
this city is, not home and yet there is a sense of kindred i have loved ones here. i have love ones that have grown to love this place and i stop to think, just for a little while if they can then it couldn't hurt to try for now.
