All these Thoughts are Annotated with Slander
2007-10-05 - 11:36 p.m.
I came all the way out here to think, and I can't even remember a single line of what you told me. The clouds smother the moon but do not suffocate its light. The same time, the usual place. I've got my stereotypical box of cigarettes with only the lucky left.
I didn't bring a lighter.
I had hoped the sulphuric stars would be enough, but the clouds are clogging up the stars' hearts tonight. I try to reach you again and again, but I keep getting the same prerecorded message.
I can hear the crickets as they are, and I'm starting to forget the sound of your voice. I'm supposed to see you soon, so why won't you wake up?
I just want to tell you I love you, I want to marry you, I'm sorry.
This is desperate, I know, but I can't sleep, I can't lie still for long enough.
I hate that there's a time distance betwen our hearts, and I caused the rift that I hope to God doesn't rupture and become a tear.
I'm going inside soon because it's autumn, and I can't bear to hear the crickets as they are, and my messenger bag, it's too light, and it's nearly a quarter to two. And the rift, I hope to God doesn't rupture and become a tear.
Me.