Rives

night crazy. i thinks thats what happens when i think before i fall asleep. i cant stop thinking. right now im not thinking much at all. i feel like a mess, with out real cause, but all the same i always feel like a mess when i think too much at night, talk too much at night. intelegence has been fleeting, for me at least. i cant remember the last time i felt like i could challenge your mind... and did. maybe thats been wrong. those are the thought process that plauge me in times like this. my writing is simple now. theres no passion or emotion. not that i can grasp. just dry empty crazy.