"this must have been what they had in mind when they were deciding how days should be"
Checking out my livejournal for the first time since last whenever. Half of my entries are private and I had forgotten just how private they really are.
I'm counting on my hands the milliseconds till I can see you again, but I don't have an infinite number of hands, or fingers or toes or wall space to make hash-marks on like a prison-cell. Last night I hung out with Charlie for the last time and as soon as I got in my car in the middle of the night to drive home I burst into tears. I cried all the way through the I-96 detour that got me lost somewhere near Joy Road and Southfield, I cried all the way down Eleven Mile when I finally knew where I was, I cried when the policeman pulled me over for speeding a mile away from my house, I cried too much. My little black heart has never felt quite so red and soft, so palpable, so easy to hurt.
I'm counting on my hands the milliseconds till I can see you again, but I don't have an infinite number of hands, or fingers or toes or wall space to make hash-marks on like a prison-cell. Last night I hung out with Charlie for the last time and as soon as I got in my car in the middle of the night to drive home I burst into tears. I cried all the way through the I-96 detour that got me lost somewhere near Joy Road and Southfield, I cried all the way down Eleven Mile when I finally knew where I was, I cried when the policeman pulled me over for speeding a mile away from my house, I cried too much. My little black heart has never felt quite so red and soft, so palpable, so easy to hurt.