Tuesday, November 08, 2005

he smells like home. not the place where i live right now, no, that's just a place where i dump my shit. but he smells like how i've always imagined home to smell like. and that smell is in my mind. it seems so real, like i could reach out and touch it. i wish that he would stop just looking at me, and come over and kiss me.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home