2002-01-23 - 12:32 AM
don't read this - this isn't done
In a hidden and far off galaxy, tucked away behind morning, a woman stares out of a nursing home window, trying to find peace in the rampaging confusion of outdoors. Her hands hurt from writing letter after letter, to family that have long since died - the last few being a result of a fatal car accident. She cannot come to grips with reality; the nurses don't have the heart to tell her. She cries herself to sleep at night, waiting for a visit that will never come.
On the other side of town, a man is driving around aimlessly. The man, ... sorry, i'll finish this later.
