Jan 26, 2005 19:47
I'm made up of instincts.
None of which are too keen.
But i get by with these high cheekbones, little faith in people or a higher being.
I'm a man with desires.
If i told you any different i'd be a liar.
As hard as i've tried i've found i can't deny myself those things that i want.
As last night turns into this morning
buried in your blankets, left for dead, my heart beating in my head
i lie still pretending i'm asleep
I watch you put your cloths on for me, the local pharmacist and his wife.
I'm convinced after your performance that this work is too big for us
and our stupid instincts and our stupid desires.
Figure 17
When I awaken all I can think about is how cold it is with out you
and then I realizes that I have to take a shower so I can get ready for
my day of trying to get warm. Taking a long shower is usually not
something I do but today it was different i made sure my legs are
perfectly shaven and I washed my hair twice I don’t know why today’s
shower was so different I guess I just could not get relaxed. I began
my day with a hot cup of tea and some banana bread she remember not to
put pecans in it. I checked out the TV real quick before I left.
Running across the screen was north shore community college no school.
Frustration came over my body and the loneliness kicked in. I did not
leave my house all day, pushing my cat’s hair in the wrong direction
and telling her I loved her is all I had. I never got that warmness
that has been there lately. Tomorrow is a fresh day, when I get out of
school and drive to figure 17 I will be warm.