(stone charms)

My brain is a mute on the back of the bus counting his blessings down with every stop.

Still out of it. still shaky as shit. but much less worse for wear than i have been throughout the day. perhaps its the chinese food laying waste to my contorted belly. perhaps its the bourbon. the night shot of dayquil or the fact that i haven't opened my goddamn mouth in an hour.

I'd like to think its the silence.

We'll see how long the liquor lets it last.