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"