I don't have words for right now.
For how much I want to curl up at home.
For how much I want it all to be different.
For how much I can't sleep even when I want to.
I don't have words for how I love New York City.
For how I adore the Brits.
For how I'll miss those balls of energy catapulting towards me.
I don't have words for what keeps me up at night.
I don't have words to get myself to sleep.
I feel the need to write, but that's the thing.
I'm all out of good, old-fashioned words.
2007-05-14 - 12:42 a.m.
