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he leans in close and whispers something to me amidst the din.

his warm breath on my neck shuts down most of my senses, and I can't quite make out what he says. but at this point nothing really seems to matter anyway, but this feeling.

launched this free music streaming thing

"ice ice baby" first came on

i liked it.

don’t tell nobody.

I can say “I have no money” in four languages. And being able to do so almost makes it sound so damn cool, except, of course, that being broke isn’t.

note to self

Do not open work email while on leave.

(which I just did)

fuck

Chilly all day. Literally. Poetically.

Then it occurs to me that today marks exactly my second year with them.

Fatigue? Maybe.

Or PMS.

another one bites the mac

I'm a convert, baby, so why don't you kill me…

his face was glowing like ember in the dark. as were the protrusions on his forehead, though more intensely so. i could not quite see his eyes but i felt them staring at me.

his growing desire or the devil himself?

i remember feeling very, very scared.

not sexy at all.

I’m so sad.

finally

I’ve learned not to hold my breath
when it comes to you.
I’ll just keep walkin
ahead.