and he's gone
06/27/2006 08:40 a.m.
Left with the tides taking back the seaweed stuck to the surface of the sand. Left with the whirling fired bee-bee's leaving bruised blood bursted veins unhealed. Left with the walls spackled and splashed white, clean. Left with a silk button down left hanging one button too far undone on soft breats. Left with dark tinted oversized replaceable eyelids in Tony's car. Left without enough memories to old on to, and a fading personality to this MTV generation. Oh dear sweetness that is music ringing in my ears, echoeing off the walls to lull my head to rest. You sir really are a trip! And I'll miss the bejesus out of your ass! And who knows if I'll ever see you again, if you'll disappear in the vastess of the mountains and we'll all forget about your amazing talent to make rooms spin with glorious revelations and laughter.


So yeah on to other news, it seems my past can never be left behind...and even when i run away, it comes, it follows me throughout zipcodes. Ok, that's kinda ridiculous of me. It doesn't exactly follow me by choice to really follow me. It just happens that their life fits so perfectly where I am. But who know, it'll probabaly get screwed up once I start getting excited that you'll be living closer. I really shuldn't either way, because it won't make any difference except for the fact that I'll have someone to lean on while I screw up another possible relationship. I'll have an extra pair of arms to rapture me at night, and that is all.
I am currently Awestruck
I am listening to screams...on tv so calm down