find some beautiful place to get lost
My life's little hauntings continue. Sometimes it's a a coffee shop panic attack. Sometimes it's waking up with the weight of officer friendly at my feet. Other times, its my birth name on some misplaced piece of "or current resident" mail.
The ones I want to remember, the ones I live in & indulge in are the minutes after you are gone from my bed, the way the pillows smell, the trail of shoes, bra, socks, jewelry. The wondering how many minutes until it all starts again.
Sometimes it hits me like the proverbial ton of bricks.
I'm way the fuck in love.
The ones I want to remember, the ones I live in & indulge in are the minutes after you are gone from my bed, the way the pillows smell, the trail of shoes, bra, socks, jewelry. The wondering how many minutes until it all starts again.
Sometimes it hits me like the proverbial ton of bricks.
I'm way the fuck in love.