no, really.
( 08.25.2003 )
i am automatically replacing everyone else's name with yours, and i don't even care anymore.
i love how storms unite such contrasting sounds: thunder roar vs. tapping rain.
hovering by the window sill - oh, it's so dusty. but i can't help being so close. i need to watch the sky flicker and fall. all i can remember is how the rain/lightning/thunder comforted and mesmorized you. {that's what you do to me}
the windows are just [[s h a k i n g]]
can you be here instead of there? please? i don't want to count the days separating us.
& yes. this is all i think about.
