everything's eclipsed by the shape of destiny.

what a night. day/ whatever. It sucked all day really. Aside from listening to some new music my day was a wash. in and out of sleep. waiting and nothing else. and this eve when i was too ill. all my soldiers stood down and let all those wild eyes germs slip in. but with some sleep and all those good intentions i shall be found well tomorrow. cause yeah, i can't wait to see you. you and no one else. you and some beautiful late nights. those absurd early days. those mornings when i wake up and you are still so close. i'll get better with all that in mind. my tired eyes and that swollen breeze. snuck in got tucked in, so fucked up just wishing. there ain't much left till our days are spent in each other's arms, baby. tuesday is only a day. we'll get there eventually. and i miss you like crazy. my tomorrow will be spent just wondering. where and how you are. i hope so well, so good. for everything. x and o. x and o.