I awaken from my Popsicle dreams to a snowy slush... Dark, ambient music playing in the background. I go out on the balcony for a quick smoke. Life walks by in couple form. Cars pass by with assorted destinations. The cold rain beats down the remaining snow on the ground. Weary of winter. Procrastinating June too. Smells of last night permeate my little room. Staying up late counseling the insane. Got up early for no particular reason. Reading obscure passages from authors I have never heard of. I'm a raging, passive-aggressive, sociopath in my mind only. Maybe not. Can't decide. Watching the rain. Waiting for that thing that never comes...