beached.
Sunday, Dec. 08, 2002
there's one less thing to look forward to this year at christmas, and i try desperately not to think about it until the actual day comes when i'm free to space out and not pay attention to those things that are actually there.i want no distractions, put me on an island desolate. let his words flood my head until my lungs fill with his scent. i've got all the time in the world to count his grains of sand.
