i have all the time in the world. i can be the snake waiting, stalking the mouse. i can be the mouse, oblivious to the iminent danger looming just out of its sight,
if i had a bottling company, i could be tapped to bottle love. even then, it seems bittersweet
more so, i feel like the little left over piece when you take apart a radio or vcr to fix whatever's wrong. "oh, look an extra part," and i go in the drawer next to and under the half used birthday candles and grocery receipts from last year.
words cannot correctly describe what i feel for her.
the hand of sleep pounds at the door of my conciousness. sleep can wait. not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin.
i've been up too long. crash imminent?
your caliginous peregrinator,
-x
i see you in my dreams.
if i had a bottling company, i could be tapped to bottle love. even then, it seems bittersweet
more so, i feel like the little left over piece when you take apart a radio or vcr to fix whatever's wrong. "oh, look an extra part," and i go in the drawer next to and under the half used birthday candles and grocery receipts from last year.
words cannot correctly describe what i feel for her.
the hand of sleep pounds at the door of my conciousness. sleep can wait. not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin.
i've been up too long. crash imminent?
your caliginous peregrinator,
-x
i see you in my dreams.
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xlaurax:
LOL, i agree
davey:
oh dear.