%%knife%% -- 2003-01-11 // 4:50 p.m.
i feel like i cant breathe. the air is so thick in spite of the winter's dry wind. i can taste the thought of your lips. i can feel your skin and your hand on mine. im losing myslef in your eyes where everything is safe and nothing matters. your around every corner. in every room. i cant escape your image. i always have to double take a quick glance thinking you were there, just to find nothing but thin air. a few days ago i tripped and fell down in my closet. i came face to face with a piece of gum. i went to the attic's door and it was still there. my heart is flying waiting to be captured in a butterfly net. im dieing tonight and waiting for the morning.