A very cliche post.

If I said the window in my hotel room, which by the way looks out over a busy freeway, was dirty, would you find that cliche? What if I said my heart was broken--2000 miles away from home and without my love? I think that maybe i'll tell you that the window is without streak or smear. the freeway is a grey masters line slashed across the earth, and my heart, of a heart i have none, just a head filled with thoughts transfered to a young boy who had no defense against the pumped in negativity and loss of those around him.