every time i close my eyes, i can feel your loose curls in my fingers, your breath on my ear. for weeks now, all of my dreams are of you. even little nap dreams when i doze off in the library on monday and wednesday afternoons.
why now? you've moved on. let me go.
...
actually, the fucked up truth is that when i wake up, i'm more sad that you're gone than i was the last time you actually left.
listening to:
the kinks : dead end street
(seriously, this just randomly came on my itunes. i know how to take a hint)
edited to add:
just in case you're wondering, the title to this post is a lyric from a song called 'when the angels play their drum machines' by a band called hefner.
That's deep...it's like time moves on but the soul remembers the strangest things, then you have to feel it all over again.
Posted by: jenn | September 17, 2007 at 22:12
feeding you mac n cheese via my heart.
slowy too. did you see his or her video premire?
Posted by: cj | September 18, 2007 at 22:57
saw the video. how did slowy like working with brittney spears? the hair and makeup people made him or her look absolutely stunning on that big screen.
Posted by: brrri | September 19, 2007 at 09:25
HHHHHAAAAA.
Slowy liked it so much he or she is thinking about shaving his or her head, showing off his or her crotch in a mini skirt, and performing drunk (but NOT fat, mfers) at the vmas next year!
i heart you one hundred
Posted by: cj | September 20, 2007 at 00:13