Thursday, April 3, 2008

time to tell me the truth

Isn't it amazing how i always have something to say, every single day?

I rant, rave, and write stuff that you're not really reading.

For once,
I don't feel like talking.

I miss the tranquility of silence.

I miss the faces of lovers i see when i close my eyes, the scent of the familiar, a touch that you're expecting to not expect.
short laugh-
Parts of your body you mistake for his, and parts of his that you mistake for yours.

between the lines.

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