Sunday, February 15, 2004

move the light closer.
Right here so i can see what i'm doing.

The whole time there's music and a constant beat going in the background. A strobe light, bounching off the walls of the cave-like room, made dark and surreal by black lights.

Fuzzy rugs, captivation and suspended senses.


Now two days later i'm at the bottom of the hole. I can feel the world around me changing, slowly drifting towards spring and the blessing of warmer months. I have a new job, this should go well. But there is something missing.

God I want to hold someone. Or be held. It doesn't matter.
I just want someone to call mine, and I can say that I am theirs.
I know there isn't much time left, before we won't have luxuries of finding meaningful relationships anymore. I hope time doesn't run out before i've figured this all out.

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