Thursday, Sept 28. 10:14 am

The day after is just as gloomy and depressing as can be, everything with a purpose reminds me of what could be. A design flaw, I softly wish I could rewind to months lost. Dreaming ... but at what cost? You sold what was supposed to be mine, Body, Heart and Soul. Left me in the shadows, with drug dealers and pal bearers. Seventy evens and odds, softens the blow. Trying to find my center, a steady flow.