Thursday, July 9, 2009

fevers and mirrors

today im spending the day listening to bright eyes whilst sewing, reading the new frankie and nylon, painting my nails and thinking about what i want to write.
there are some memories i try not to recall, to retell out loud. it's not that i'm embarrassed or ashamed by these, it's more that i don't want these to wear out, fade away. these are the memories that i want to be mine forever.
then i spent the afternoon in a pensive state.

we all went out that night: you tasted like smoke, you tasted like sin. this time around i let you in. (i was shaking in his arms) i keep shaking when i should feel safe, and i dont think its just because its winter. i could be wrong...

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