December 2009
4 posts
watch tower.
I count the minutes that pass by expecting your reply.
2 minutes, 6 minutes, 7… 12… 17…
What could you be doing? Nothing more important I’m sure… scary thought.. 21..
I can’t help but wonder: Is your reply taking long simply because of prior commitments? or a strange satisfaction of knowing on your part that I’m on the other end eating away at my last...
That Rihanna reign, just won't let up
objects of desire.
Most of all…for some reason… I miss your hands. I miss everything about them. I don’t know why. But I loved your hands. They were calm. You would hold mine up to yours and compare. It was amusing and exciting in a strange way. You would hold my hand and look at it, like you were examining every detail so you won’t forget. And I examined you examining my hand with yours out...
Sex and the vanCity
When you’re young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun. Then, you grow up and learn to be cautious. You could break a bone, or a heart. You look before you leap, and sometimes you don’t leap at all because there’s not always someone there to catch you. And in life there’s no safety net. When did it stop being fun, and start being scary?