times like these make you want to jump between moving vehicles...

[current mood: tired]

was driving down the M2. truck pulled past me, or was it the other way round..

very very tired... but very very happy, work is piling up around me...


but my best creative blogs have been about one theme, so i shall continue in such a grand tradition...


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I am washing my body in soap, the smell reminds me...

her hair pushed hard up against my shoulder, the aroma of something with which i had not been familiar pushes past my defenses, paralyzing my attempts to rebuke it.
My hand reaches up, a slight scratching of her scalp, the deep desire to rub my nose in her hair.

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he feels safe and warm. his big arms wrapped around me like vines, reaching around and strangling my common sense. He is not right, but he feels so right. He scratches my head like a kitten, i purr softly and attempt to snuggle deeper. It could end tonight, or it could go on forever.
I pull away from him, coy yet desperate. I lie down and gaze at the stars, his eyes find mine as he replaces the heavens. He lies next to me, and once again i nestle into him. Suddenly he's gone. My arm is propping me up and I cannot explain the coldness that has destroyed his memory. I thought I was hiding in him. a sudden memory of words, a phrase 'where are you'

where am I? 'Im here, i'm with you, its okay everything is ok cause i'm with you...'
but now you've gone, my tears do not find refuge in your heart, dropping away.
Calling out to you, i still find nothing. running through a street screaming, where do you go? nobody knows.. they turn away confessing my guilt for me. shunned and expatriated, where have you gone, my love...