� | click here for flickr! 2002-06-10 strange dreams. residual lingerings in the morning. sometimes i wish i could dream about him as though i'd been born blind and deaf. never having seen or heard or read anything. unable to overthink. just a dream of texture and smells. probably would have the same effect. when elvis walked me down the aisle, strumming love me tender. i never thought i'd feel so far away from this one person as i often do now. although we're probably closer than we'd been since we broke up. i had something else to say but the heat sucked it right out. i'm more dynamic in a group than one on one. talk about a change. [ previous� �|� � next ]
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