Exact Date Unknown.

March 2006
Early morning. Head full and tired. Sleep won't come. Angry yawn. No surprise. I am young. Know me. I may be small but you need me. I stare at that empty bowl and feel my empty high. Residue. Memory. My mind misses those links. The connections I feel. With you and them. Alter me. Alter this. I love this alter. Now. I didn't go so far. Here I am. Why. Held by these invisible ties. They pull me back when I least expect it. I ask you but I'll never expect you. You are me. I don't know you. Be me. Broken lines. Never beating the way I feel. Be me.