sometimes we remember our bedrooms...
Thank goodness for this new found cold otherwise it just wouldnt have smelled the same. Working as a substitute for what would usually be the scent of recovering from getting salt water up my nose. It's not so bad. It's not so scary. It's never smelled like that any other day but maybe it was just a new Monday thing that I had been missing out on for the past few weeks. Maybe it was the seashells. All in my head. Check check minus. Maybe. Always maybe. That's okay. It was definately so okay. What was usually a temptation and fear suddenly became a world that I missed, and always forget to remember. It didnt even hurt. But it wasnt fair either. We sat stoned, on stones that had nothing to do with you, but you were all I could think about, so you were all I could talk about. My silly slurred description will never do justice to the person you were and it was too dark to see my face and the way even my hands reacted to the sound of your name. Mid story, both my posture and heart were demoted to my feet, I don't even know why I had shoes on. Is that even allowed? In any case, they will make for cute decorations trailing behind my bicycle when I go to you. Kind of like when newly weds drive away. I seriously don't understand how much sense it makes, and that my dear, is fucked up. But ha ha ha, what's not? It's just like, we are so small, but I am so convincing. I tell you we are the equvilent of a car but no one else agrees, and my stomach hurts so bad, but I can't help but want to scream that I think you might be saving my life. And I wish I could do the same.