December 2009
2 posts
You are a stowaway from yesterday, an unregistered alien in my life.
All of my days.
I don’t want to my HVAC homework. I want to lay in bed and listen to Alexi Murdoch with you in my arms. It would snow in my room, freezing and melting into everything and ruining all I own and I couldn’t care less. In the cold we get sad, we get lonely. We dream of scotch and the warm skin of another. It’s only natural.