keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Tuesday, Oct. 16, 2007 - 11:40 pm >>
stranger than wet hair

great, another futile day crossed out. you stood so close to me yesterday though, and you smelt nice. your semi-long hair tickled my eyelashes, i pushed them aside and it came back and back again. i was trying to concentrate on the screen but your every word escaped me like a tunnel. i was solid and my heart was an engine with a speeding motor. and today you were gone. even your absence smells like you.