throw me a new line, the old one's wearing thin
wednesday 13th march 2002 @ 22:49
i am losing momentum in this race for space and freedom. i need to catch my breath. a cold draught rises up my spine and tenses my shoulders. the light of cinnamon candles too early for christmas, sends wishes out into the night. while i bathe in nostalgia of a decade past. masks and make-up. sins and cigarettes. kicks and kisses. blinkers and blame.reading: jonathan livingstone seagull by richard bach
hearing: stay by shakespears sister, the acoustic version on repeat, donald fagen, marcus miller, rush, badlands, anything with a memory hanging off the vocals
wanting: "one more shot, one more drink
fearing: throw me a line before i sink"