MOOOOOOOOAR CIRKULLLLLLS, really
Friday, August 31, 2007
This is snow.
It felt cold. Really cold. Frostbites hugged the tips of my skin like- well, you get the point. There's really nothing to do, but soak in it, and let it melt in the hems of my clothing. Hard as it is to believe, there's snow, and it's definitely tickling my ears, and if it's not the one licking my skin, then I might be in trouble. But really, it felt soft, airy, ethereal even (and not jaunting), and it's sending a few tingles down my spine. It felt like an invasion of my body, but I really didn't give a damn. All I wanted was snow. This snow. But I feel a sudden rush of blood when I feel lips upon mine, soft, airy, ethereal even (and not jaunting). I could feel my brain turning into mush, as my legs did, a few seconds ago. And snow didn't taste as good as this. This, this was what I want. I think. But I have a one word less that escapes my lips, and it was muffled by the heavy breathing.
This is why.
Halvsies are for meanies. They don't share, they just show how much of a person they are. They don't genuinely show the things they would want to be exposed. Like Friendship lockets. Maybe. Same shit, tough rock. Can I be your little Osiris?
This is late.
I'm still lost.
I draw you like it's my birthday.
smiled at the sun again @ 8:46 PM,
1 Comments:
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At August 31, 2007 at 9:39 PM,
jose angeles. said...
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hahaha 'snow.' the euphemisms, dantes, the euphemisms.
to jaunt: archaic for 'jolt'