I just want to say that just like you, I should find a way to tell you everything by saying nothing.

Feb 22, 2009 09:59

This morning, around eight-thirty, I stepped outside to have a cigarette. I wanted to pull off my pants because I had the boxers I wore to bed last night underneath, but I refrained. It wasn't cold outside, but there was a little dusting of snow on the ground. I lit my cigarette with a match, and I stood on the hill, just listening to music ( Read more... )

gravity, snow, writing, cigarettes

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hellomehelloyou February 25 2009, 03:32:25 UTC
-sigh-

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