doesn't it suck.
At least the weather is being beautiful. i do enjoy it. Indeed.


the antique shop memoryYou sat down abrubtly on an ancient velvet stool. The sudden action caused a shimmering storm of dust motes to surround your beaming face, the halo of an angel.the antique shop memory
You leaned towards me smiling wickedly, my heart became and unsteady drum beat pounding against the thin fabric of my shirt. Until, between one second and the next, we somehow became a tangled mass of limbs and heavy breathing, hidden in the dark depths of the nameless shop.


separation anxietyI do miss you rather.separation anxiety
I keep thinking about how our last words seemed so insignificant and insubstantial; almost as if the slightest draft of cold air could blow them into non existance, and then we may as well have said nothing at all, and just parted with glistening tears marking tiny liquid trails down my cheek.
I find myself imagining the smooth curve of your upper lip and the way your mouth tugs upwards at the corners when you smile. I try not to think of you too often because it only marrs the feeling of aliveness i have come to associate with being me.
If i was only with yo
sailor said
Liberation
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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Don't sleep and close your eyes. I'll slowly dream
inside your head. Don't be scared, fly away.
Listen to the words i say...
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