painangel's Journal

all the in between days, where I live in a sort of limbo, waiting for that black rig to take me away, take me home, it is my only purpose.  And when it is gone, my reason to exist disappears as well.  This is certainly no Sacramento, when things were easier..... I want to go back, but I want to get better, all this fucking bullshit!  And I watch  it leave as it enters my skin and all the words will bleed from me and I will think no more!