november twenty fourth at eight thirty p.m.
tomorrow i will forget you, and everything will be the same

the words coming out of your mouth cloud my thoughts, invade my brain. they interupt the sentences i'm trying to glue back together. i agree so you'll stop. my sigh is all too obvious and i'll refrain fearing i was too obvious, but you never pay attention anyway.

i could dream forever of a movie script ending.

i like it when time passes without encouraging, then i can exist unassumingly, almost unreal. that way i don't have to try and i don't have to think about what i'm doing next. life is easier without a future.

have you ever dreamed something that became true?
no, i have never been that lucky.

apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
ate pm - 2013-01-09
2012-12-02 - 2012-12-02
won a.m. - 2012-11-16
long cold nights - 2012-10-30
drowned dreams - 2012-10-30

lame