2003-01-06
flames
:: thursday ::
pulling, even with the most tender touch, can manifest itself into a push. such an interference with activity can lead to memories. things forcefully forgotten break open the seams and return with much coercion. there are no rules with love, but i do wish there were. i wish being in love promised being loved.
it is late at night, when the day has been discarded that i feel most alone. the stars on my ceiling offer minor comfort. consistency is unbearable, no matter the situation. �she was born with a mild heart.� that's what they say, i�m only abashed because i know it is true. closing my eyes means thinking too deep, and so I am tired at dawn.
lunaadored at 6:52 p.m.