April 19, 2010

And the lights from the TV running parallel to you...

I am trying to think of just the right words. I tried to think of them at the airport, too. It appears I don't have them. All I can think of are other people's words.

I can say that I feel like I'm coming down of a multi-day heroin binge.

I can also say that I keep sniffing myself for hints of you, of me, of we. My lotion reminds me of walking home with you in the dark.

1 comment:

Bree said...

So I guess it went well...? :)