Some truths & how I hate math.

don't you hate when you hit enter, only to have something be submitted before it's perfect? before you've reviewed your words [or written any, for that matter]?

here i sit. in an empty room of an empty apartment building. of a building full of people in a town full of people. yet is it odd i feel more than completely alone? location of those known to me is unknown. job prospects are unknown. & this song keeps playing, bringing me to that place.

i'd like to tell you that my undeniable answer is yes, though that would be a lie. i write here tonight hoping that when i read over my cryptic words full of meanings that i will remember what i meant.

do you find me too cryptic? imaginary reader?

i wonder where you've gone, mystery person. abandoning your conquests for the crack of light that shines under your door? i'm sure you'll return. you always do. they always do. people are predictable. they'll always go back. always.

been at it a while & i'm halfway there, i wonder how sweet it will be to toss it up & forget all the shit. it seems neverending these days (like the back pain that continues to develop within me as i age). i wonder if i'll enjoy what's next, the great & vast unknown.

i wonder why things don't come out right in times like these. words contemplated far too much for my liking. maybe it's time for a little spiderman.