Sometimes, a window just isn't a window. It's a way out. From everything. So easy... Sometimes, you really don't care where a road goes, just as long as it gets you away from where you are. Sometimes, you feel weak... And then...
And then you realize where you are. Who's next to you. Who's company you're in. What great reality TV you'll miss. But all these things that you realize will only bring you back to your original thought. All these things, all these things... Can't they just go away. My, that's a mighty fine window...
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Posted by Mark Canlas at January 14, 2003 08:14 PM