Wednesday, July 25, 2007
this is time passing
time passes fast during summer nights, hot and bright, during summer days of rain and vodka-dreaming reality-slips. i make up words to conquer my own anxiety and i wonder why my whole body itches. i hear her voice on the radio. it sooths me while my heart dreams nightmares about stockholm and losing what i'll never be able to call your loss. not mine either, since i never had it. you.
time passes fast and i'm sure you spent at least a minute reading this. was it worth it?
Posted by Amyndra at 2:46 PM