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

<< Friday, Nov. 02, 2007 - 4:02 pm >>
thoughts of a broken heart

he left around 2.30, faintly smelling of the rain, with my tears on his right shoulder ... i saw his adam's apple bulge, i felt his warmth then he was gone. really gone.

fuck i don't even have the time to deal with this right now, but here i am, 'working' in the studio and not getting any work done.

everyone is leaving or gone, everyone i love, except i'll be leaving soon too and frankly i'm not sure if i'm sadder about this than about the possibility of never seeing j again. (aside from that fated night a few weeks later, but that'll be different, a strange setting and all too brief and awkward .. it'll be painful of course but it'll be surreal so that makes it manageable .. and who knows, it might stay that way.)

god, i want london now, i want germany and norway and france all the rest of the world ... i need love so badly. god i make me sick.

now, back to work.