1.18.2010 I'm lost foraging for something lost nothing that wasn't there I know I'm just spinning and he smiled, concerned but what else. I'm the one.
I'm so tired my eyes are hurting. What does that mean? Why can I still smell his skin? and can see his lips? the smile he waded in, concerned. I'm in love with him, I know now. No longer do I doubt He is the one. like a sour candy on your tongue like driving too quickly around a corner like a flying bird overhead (dark against the sky but fleeting) He draws on me now pulls difficult things out now and I want him like a woman's cravings like a child's retracted toy like hunger and then laziness The today there was a sun but only was it warm when I stepped out of that light.
