circa now.
Tuesday, Feb. 04, 2003
i want to say something to be heard, but i'm afraid my voice has given out under the weight of the day.i want to throw my head back and twist it to the side, screaming throaty nothings right into your hot ear, but i'll just lay here and be still.
he never gave me pause to be quiet, but now, he's not saying a word. i can tell the world is different.
