Maybe I'd Be Something You'd Be Good At.
There are few words I could use to make you understand how I feel about you, but if I can show you, if I can reach out and touch you, you'd understand what I can't say.
I had a dream last night that we both were travelers and we never spoke. We never had to, one touch was all it took and I knew how you felt and you knew how I felt. I suspect this dream had something to do with the movie we were watching. Or maybe I'm just some sick fuck, who believes in looking into one another's eyes more often and using less words.
This is off topic, but several weeks ago Britt took the most honest picture of me to date.
That's me, without the bullshit, without the bitterness, without any facade I put up. And that's Dan, who sometimes knows me best.
I had a dream last night that we both were travelers and we never spoke. We never had to, one touch was all it took and I knew how you felt and you knew how I felt. I suspect this dream had something to do with the movie we were watching. Or maybe I'm just some sick fuck, who believes in looking into one another's eyes more often and using less words.
This is off topic, but several weeks ago Britt took the most honest picture of me to date.
That's me, without the bullshit, without the bitterness, without any facade I put up. And that's Dan, who sometimes knows me best.