As colors run together into brown. Dew runs together into leaves. Hanging just below my window ledge. I wrap a scarf around my neck. A stinging comes into my nose as. Such aperture, such despair.

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin. Monday, November 27, 2006. I would, for just one day. There are many days, where i am so bloody tempted to jump into a cab to your place, throw myself at you when you open your front door, and spend the entire day cuddling with you. Remember how i promised i would come over when your folks are gone? And we would have the house to ourselves, act like a king and queen, get drunk over rum, and watch dvds till we fall asleep in each others arms.