Jan 16, 2006 16:11
horrible....
I dont feel well.
I havent really been able to do anything.
I keep blanking out and staring out the window for long periods of time.
And I am incredibly sorry Jessica for not calling you today. I really havent felt good at all.
With the streetlight shining in your eyes you look even more alive.
the cold rushing in and out of our lungs i can feel the warmth of your breath.
and on the edge of mine rests the words trying to cross my lips, yet defeated.
they can't find the right spot between your face and mine.
they stay lingering right on the edge, but all the while
rushing through my veins, making even this winter night warm.