honor | reverb
02.17.06 : 21:11 "calendar"
language just happened, it was never planned, and it's inadequate to describe where i am in this room of my house where the light's never been, waiting for this day to end. the clocks keep on winding and completely ignore everything that we hate or adore, once the page of the calendar has turned, it's no more. so tell me then, what was it for?