i've got nothin |
2004-01-06 - 10:46 p.m.
the heat from the heat pump register on the floor blew onto us. i felt the muscles in his arms expand and relax as he touched me. we were standing in the middle of the bathroom. smoking cigarettes, flicking ashes in the toilet because it was too cold to be outside. i liked watching us in the mirror. i noticed my own reflection. i don't know if he realizes it, but i glow when i'm with him. like the end of my cigarette, i'm on fire when we're together, when we're whole, but the second he's gone, i fizzle out like the ashes.
analogies and words are meaningless.
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