Tuesday, September 2, 2008

I remember every day

I will always be awake at those stamps in time wondering if there was something I could have done differently, wondering if they were in any pain, three years later and sleepless nights that digital light keeps clicking like it is winking, at me, saying I am still here, and I still can't believe that time keeps moving and I can't see it except for the clock, the damn fucking clock.