writin' and whatnot

7:27am (this is why sleep is a necessity.)

Or maybe I'm beautiful, broken.An accidental masterpiece.

Like the lop-sided table in the restaurant, sat at by the couple on a first date. Every time the conversation runs dry, the table suddenly wobbles and a bit of his drink spills. He looks stupid trying to keep it from falling. It's awkward. But it's exciting. And I made it that way. Broken.

Hell, as long as I'm still useful...