Wednesday, November 26, 2003
wasteland
She sits listening to the hum of voices it could be so overwhelming, she identifies suddenly with a schizophrenic. She knows that her weekend is quickly approaching which makes her antsy. She only lives on the weekends, the rest of the week she is a zombie, she answers the questions, is where she belongs, usually, when she is supposed to be but lately she has been wondering why.
In this crowd she feels very alone.
In this crowd she feels very alone.
