|You couldn't help the doubt that filled your head...
||[Nov. 9th, 2005|02:28 am]
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||Sufjan Stevens - To Be Alone with You||]|
Tonight feels more lonely than most. Something in the unseasonably warm November air, perhaps. Perhaps it's something in the way some of us live to live and others live to die. The witching hour has rarely held good tidings for me. Some day I'll learn not to dwell here.