Tuesday, November 07, 2006
There will be two nights' distance, but I swear the abstinence will bring me close to nowhere, sans insanity. Living for rare clarity, I caught myself wishing on 11:11..how perfectly pathetic. As pathetic as sighing that signature smile, within taunting's range. (School girl teasing is a horribly rampant bit of torture) Did I take my words back, with every speechless moment? Caught off guard and overwhelmed, again and again and again..what is there left to doubt? Meet me halfway, and I swear to walk the line.
