It's only cause I thought it was you

Can I come to your house?

Just a few words of a song, repeated and with more affirmation in Amy Millan's voice than I've ever heard. More mourning, more sullen sorrow.

It's all I've known.

I just got home now, from grocery shopping. The screams of alarms down the street: fire, police..

I can smell burning sugar. I wonder where the fire is.

Truth is, I don't care. As long as it's not somewhere I care about.

Even when Mel's burned down it wasn't a big deal to me. I just wanted the drama to end.

Short sentences, shorter thoughts. I ran 3.7 miles today. I'm still living off of the high.

There's an odd kind of confidence I get when I run, it's though... I don't care what jiggles and wiggles, because I'm moving faster than you.

Rage against the machine is epic running music, so are Deftones. But that's aside from the point.

There's static in the air

It's giving me a headache. That, and the running high, the fact I ate an entire sandwich, a salad and some cucumber and I'm still hungry.

Bah.

This isnt a real entry.

Its just a wordy blurb from the heat. or heart. haven't decided yet.