Time is practically crawling by. I know I'm going to look back in regret for not appreciating it more, as I probably ought to, but it's so punishingly slow and I'm so sick of routine. Yet this is only the beginning of the end, and there's so much more to get used to missing.
We don't have much room to live.
Daylight licked me into shape;
I must have been asleep for days.
And moving lips to breathe his name,
I opened up my eyes.
And found myself alone, alone,
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only boy I loved
And drowned him deep inside of me.
Monday, November 23, 2009
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