not doing what i should.

fingers in my hair and pen to my lips, i miss you already but time will tell no lies.

i've eaten two bags of tayto and watched two sitcoms and half a movie that's not your style ... it's how i compensate for geography.

tonight, i'll try to sleep without the dreaming and curl my body into the shape of a conch shell without irritating the heart ... it's a bit tender.

tomorrow, i'll count myself lucky again and wait for another weekend to wrap itself around me.

and time will tell no lies until it's warm again.