i haven't met you yet
but last winter you kept me warm
it's the hot stained cigarette breath of yours that lingers on my lips
i'm not looking forward to
when you leave; so does, the warmth.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
"If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would
appear to man as it is, infinite."
- William Blake // Aldous Huxley
i'm at a crossroad in my life, awaiting the other side. i just don't know how but it's right here.