...to dance accross black and white keys depcting wrong and right. To be grey. To see the way he loves her. To sing without opening the mouth. To scatter thoughts in attempt to forget. To wait...
My House, this Place and Body
"...my eyes, poor lighthouses, and my mind a rocky barren garden, exactly like this place and the non existent house"
-Adnan
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Friday, December 15, 2006
Georgia Peach Martini
Is it ever too soon to let someone in? It felt too soon. He asked me to open up yet I found myself speechless, flushed, and reaching for my glass for another sip. He knew it was more than the BS answer I disguised so poorly. I answered with the most vague set of words possible before I realized he knew. He asked why? I told him it wouldn't happen. He bet he could get me drunk. It all started with my Georgia Peach Martini.
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