bring back the blues

tuesday 12th march 2002 @ 23:06

with the glass half full and a head full of language, i can't write what i mean. i shower with my shirt on when undressing is too tedious and yesterdays mascara leaves trails down my winter skin. my heart is a red wine stain on my sleeve that won't wash out and piano concertos engulf my space and distort reality to a hazy dream.

i'm longing for that saxaphone vibration. you said you would sing so good you'd make me come. bring back the blues, all is forgiven.