novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- nothing is a supplicant for true love. i am so lonely right now that i can taste it in my mouth like salt. this is the most horrible, physical loneliness i've ever felt. this exact moment. and i don't know why i'm experiencing it right now, and there's nothing i can do to make it better. it's like how my body manifests stress by aching, but tonight i feel hollowed out. cored like an apple. i've never felt this particular corner of loneliness before. it's as if my body knows what it misses before i do. over the past few months i've become one of those people who hates to sleep alone. and that is what this boils down to. how simple, how subtle, how warm and how freaking exasperating. 4:14 am - 10.21.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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