pain and suffering. these are the things to endure in this small lifetime.
lethargy overwhelms me as the weekend comes to end. i think about work.
pleasant summer days are here, reminding me how lovely portland is.
a summer malaise wearily rolls over me. leaving me tired.
a summer night falls, cool and humid on portland. i dream of lightning.
a week night evening, quiet and relaxed just once. a calmness exudes.
late in the basement, a lamp shines bright overhead. its light hiding time.
it feels too early. darkness, already outside. summer days shorten.
sigh. another day. seems like a monday to me. yep, definitely.