heat wave
Wednesday, April 18th, 2007if there’s such a thing as a deafening silence, then there’s this thing called deafening heat and I am in the middle of it.
dang.
aaaack. what’s with the summer? WTF is the sun angry or anythin?
if there’s such a thing as a deafening silence, then there’s this thing called deafening heat and I am in the middle of it.
dang.
aaaack. what’s with the summer? WTF is the sun angry or anythin?
I must admit that it hasn’t been long since I was excited to see somebody and felt the butterflies flutter inside. In fact, every Wednesday I do, and Friday sometimes.
But.
Those never compare when I sat next to you, I don’t know if you can remember, back in the dance and you were considering the fact that I don’t exist. I didn’t know that being close to you and feel our skin touch would be that kind of an experience. I could feel you breathe and for some reason, like a dog (lol) it made me feel glad.
I thought perhaps its the same as hearing you doze under the bed covers in this sunny April morn.
I wonder what it would be like if I call you mine.
So goes why.