this is nothing

we'll wake up tomorrow refreshed but slightly hungover.
we'll never mention a thing about it.
we'll be fine.
but somehow the words keep going along in my head.
the ones i should have said while there was still time.
still i kick myself for being so naive.
fuck it.
its nothing compared to the dilema. its nothing compared to the everlasting.
oy.
i dont make sense after 5 card poker and me with losing cards.
i guess its best to be quiet.
and let things come to me.


sigh.