Wednesday, April 28, 2010

freckled skin tightly wrapping itself over aching bones to frozen fingers and toes, clenched to unclenched. tired eyes holding back a collection of thoughts, unorganized. lips locked lips, locked silence & talking, talking, talking, but never really talking. i long to feel volumes, happiness in misplaced time.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

waking up to a startling alarm, to running late, to running, to heavy breathing, to eating rice for every meal, to empty wallets becoming even barer, to typing, typing, typing tedious papers about lackluster topics. walking with hands intertwined, to a cup of tea (maybe two), to kisses & endless laughter, to music resonating within, to heartbeats as a metronome, to skin stretched over & across bones like some sort of canvas. to thinking, thinking, thinking about nothing in particular, to heavy breathing, to tears, to sleep.