it was what was left in the box with all the pictures of me...
the four seasons card key was in the box as well as the piece of her mirror, the one I loved more than myself. it was a pink little bag and the crumbs were there...
old habits die hard. and me without a cigarette.
regardless, the box is clean and all is well in the land of Denmark. except for that cigarette.
part of me hates that I WASHED her jagged piece of mirror.
and a little wounded piece of habit that brings temptation to a happy giggle. damn him for that laugh. damn devil.
there I am at work again. cannot get away from something I do so well. *le sigh*
the four seasons card key was in the box as well as the piece of her mirror, the one I loved more than myself. it was a pink little bag and the crumbs were there...
old habits die hard. and me without a cigarette.
regardless, the box is clean and all is well in the land of Denmark. except for that cigarette.
part of me hates that I WASHED her jagged piece of mirror.
and a little wounded piece of habit that brings temptation to a happy giggle. damn him for that laugh. damn devil.
there I am at work again. cannot get away from something I do so well. *le sigh*
Are you ok?