scratchvinyl's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- an incoherently foreign concept except when it comes to you taking control all over again, watching the tortured boy with blue eyes in the flickering light, early morning hours, overwriting all the original manuscripts of love, graffiti on the walls and all i do is listen, to the sound of a voice that is too far away, slipping like liquid beneath my eyelids, lying in a bed alone, imagining what it feels like to catch a sigh inside my lips, a sigh that belongs to another, specifically, him, and then there is just empty glasses, scattered all around a morning after room and i'm still awake, dreaming of him, wondering when he will be on this side of the world again, thinking about how it'll be, when we finally give in to one another and resign ourselves to a 24 hour eternity in the dark 7.18pm - 10.10.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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