« December 2004 | Main
Hold me now,cry for me,and put your hands in my pockets.
that's right, my pockets.
i want to feel your handsthrough the cloth of my pants.
weird, huh.
You make me laugh.
A tiny statuein a cityof broken monuments.
My refrigerator is dancing with me.
We both like milk.
Sometimes i think about doing somethingreally crazyreally coolreally boldat nighttime.
and sometimes i do itbecause things just feel so differentat night.
but sometimes i don't do anything,and in the morning, think,thank god i didn't do that dumb thing i thought was so great last night.
But then,when the idea is still so coolin the morning
i feel
brilliant.
you hand me your knightand i give you my pawn.we play chess until dawn comes. Do you like chess?
i don't.
I remember when I used to stay awake at night and dream about you: you surprising me, you coming back to me, you loving me like never before.
And today, I threw those dreams away and danced on them because they haven't happened yet. and now, i don't care if they ever will!
And I really mean that!
So now i am going to dance around my room again.
hahaha!
sometimes i wonder who loves me. and sometimes that makes me cry,because sometimes i just don't know. but sometimes that is ok.