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October 15, 2003
Sun shining in odd patches through the window. Rain falling at night. The shower running in the next room over. Feet on the radiator. Cars stirring the leaves on the asphalt into tiny whirlwinds as they pass. Eyes closed, head back. Strands of hair brushing against shoulders.

The sky is cracked today, and I have to remind myself to breathe. Everything makes me feel like shivering. I feel like a living cliché. I want to shift into fast forward. I want to skip the present and move on.

I don't want to look, because I'm afraid of what I'll see.