the sex was damn good.
the laughter better.
the songs still singing.
in my stupid head.
not even the clouds.
not even the past.
can hold back such momental love.
standing in the kitchen.
a monument of trust.
daring to exist.
it's a curvy Thursday.
my body is calling me.
saying it is offline.
so I will keep my voice down.
being scared of the clock.
is not an option.
it's just a black eye.
it's getting harder to get terrified today.
refusing myself.
opening up.
I wonder what Neil is thinking.
right about now.
this is an inside joke.
so don't kill me.
go magic.