January 2010
It’s too hot to sleep. Everything you touch melts under your skin. I long for moisture in the air, breathing space and cold bitter winds. I prefer 4:30pm to 1:00pm. It’s too hot to breathe. I feel like watching movies where bronzed beauties sit on motor bikes as the beach rolls past in the background. The stars are unusually bright. The moon is in it’s final phase. I can’t...
I changed my perfume today. Things are running low. The clocks still tick. Today it feels as if I lost all contact. Time stands still. the music still plays. Cars still drive. Sometimes I forget who I am and reach around to pull out my wand; as if things really were magic. I wish you wouldnt. I wish you wouldnt talk that way about him. Please. Turn on the light. It floods the dark. Things are...
The Little Voice I’ve named inside my head, comes out when i’m around you. It’s as though you hold the key and without knowing it, my insides are ripped out and laid on the table. I dreamt of me and you together last night. It was magical. There’s magic in the air. There’s much more magic in my head. I truthfully, if i watch things enough times, get so emotionally...
