04.10.02 - 12:01 am

im a flake. i cant commit. i waste time. i procrastinate. i chose sleep over phone calls. im a bucket of broken glass dropped on promises.

occasionally.

so they took me down to the gallows, and this boy he say to me, "why do you smile when the ropes around your neck?"

i said, "i tell you boy when i get back..."

this is on the whiteboard of my door:

jordan,

came by and i will be around all day.

-aaron "half cocked, fully hung" yoder