Ramblings for 2009-10-14
- If you see me out, no matter how loud the music or conversations, I give you explicit permission to whisper something beautiful. #
- On the inside of my skull, scribbled with a little boys hand, an image of who I pretended you were, I laugh while I demand. #
- Drunk with confusion, realisation, my world spinning with shame, collapsed in the doorway, clawing out your name. #
