sunlight blinds me bleaching my eyes to white devoid of colour yet my vision remains clear i connect the dots in my chipboard ceiling waiting for ice green eyes to surface above me brilliant as nuclear winter in the darkness shadows carve ridges, lines, contours into his face creating the ideal blond hair covering, hiding i don't have the key to the encoded messages within what does it mean to you when i sleep in your bed- lie beside you and bolt in confusion claming the need to sleep at home interest imagined or perhaps- i think too much. feels like a last chance or maybe the first- something tangible before me out of respect, i will not touch questions left unanswered the energy, vaguely manic, dissapates. i try to connect the dots in the shape of your name. Send feedback to Grrowl! |