...

i feel very, very alone.

jenn is playing the cure.

i revel in my pajamas.

thinking of better days.

thinking of better things.

worried as all get out.

feeling.

misunderstood.

stifled.

flailing.

still.

He would probably wear glasses. Be able to sing, wear ties on occasion, and enjoy dinner in bed. listen to me read out loud, speak his mind, and be a challenge. Have an affinity for ochre, and a specific pair of shoes. Doesnt feel obligated, and we would talk each other to sleep.

She would love color, have teeth like diamonds and move like paint drips slowly down a canvas. Vertical and meandering. Eyes like orbs, handles like a kitchen knife, precision and mystery. She would hold me like she holds herself, she would know me like she knows herself, she would have intuition like no other, and fan her fabulous fingers across the bumpy hills of my hips, and hold them like she holds herself. Always searching for the sublime.