It snows.
I decided around 2 AM that I was going to just stay up. I didn't want to succumb to my unconsciousness just yet. It's been having its way with me and I don't like it. So I watched "Dans Paris" and some random sad music videos.
Smoked my last cigarette, the first time in bed. Camel smoke smell like toasted walnuts.
La Blogotheque.
It's snowing when I get up to the window to close the curtains. No one else watches the quiet slow drifts, fluffy powdered sugar dusting the matchbox cars below. Everything is sepia toned and suspended with the neon glow of the shopping mall sign.
I don't think I'll ever get tired of snow.
Or the taste of pennies in my mouth.
My lips are dry, a single crack right down the middle.
Smoked my last cigarette, the first time in bed. Camel smoke smell like toasted walnuts.
La Blogotheque.
It's snowing when I get up to the window to close the curtains. No one else watches the quiet slow drifts, fluffy powdered sugar dusting the matchbox cars below. Everything is sepia toned and suspended with the neon glow of the shopping mall sign.
I don't think I'll ever get tired of snow.
Or the taste of pennies in my mouth.
My lips are dry, a single crack right down the middle.