Sunday, December 27, 2009

Sometimes a tidal wave of blackness comes over me.

And I wish I could look at him and say "that's mine." But I'm drowning in the uncertainty, patience doesn't offer a breath. I'm sinking as the air escapes in bubbles and flows to the surface, my lungs draining from every compartment. I look into his eyes one last time and my lungs fill with water, they fill to the brim, they overflow.


1 comment:

nara hopo said...

my god.. you are awfully lovely..... =/ would you mind much if i followed your blog? i stumbled onto your page by way of another.. cheers