LA again

its been over-cast here for 2 weeks. the whole world is grey, my mood following suit. I can't get myself to do much of anything or concentrate. But its better then last year.

i think the worst part about break-ups is how all the good parts that came first are shaded by it, the images are distorted but you still know that at one time everything had been good.

but i'm not talking about the Novelist. that wasn't the end.