December 7, 1998

waiting for a reason.

it's one step forward with my eyes closed and flying. it's a single swallow of pepsi. it's a long black dress and pretty velvet shoes. it's the garden in the middle. it's the way i breathe. it's silent all these years. it's all in a bottle waiting to be opened. it's staying and wondering why. it's pain. it's emotion. it's me.

it's room in the backseat for both of us.

take my hand please. i'm not seeing very clearly right now. to the beach. the mall. the falling cushions. i need your beautiful hands. pretty face hiding. don't go, don't go. i won't, not yet.

staying for now.

you're the only one who's asked me to. hats and hair and tickling. seems so much so little. beaches and malls and driving crazy in cars and each other. err. i twat i taw a putty tat. how very clever. were you ever not here?

when i'm with you, it feels like i'm home.

yes.