Oct 31, 2008 22:13
Clinging to the same feeling. Newly reawakened. Heartbeat, heartbeat. Flickering in and out, threatening to burst out of the chest, overflowing with white noise. Hoping against hope, splayed over the wall. Painting itself on a corner, whisper mouth to mouth exchanged muted vocals and consonants, dying, punching, threatening to smear blood red lipstick across the lips. Your lips. Their lips. Sweetie, come be my non accidental little death.
Just rearranging my files, found some old video files, of quick smiles, secret laughs, and traded winks across all the chaotic of the masses. Good times, old times.
Still... So much love, you guys, so much love.
Miss you all.