I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, think that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Monday, October 25, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
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Monday, October 11, 2010
Solid Ground
The lose of attraction will = a broken heart
the more disrespectful I become towards an attraction
may then turn attitude into attraction.
the more disrespectful I become towards an attraction
may then turn attitude into attraction.
One cigarette = one conversation
One black coffee = a conversation with two people
Alcohol is my commodity and in that a change in behaviour
= sombre, lust and creativity
remains my imperfection.
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