the polite surprise

wednesday 17th april 2002 @ 23:34

one distance call and the colours change. the blank walls glow and the smoke in the air seems sultry. i could not predict the spoken words and hope that i disguised my surprise at your confession. a wander through polite conversation and a similarly unpredictable end to the call has left me wanting more. but then, i have a talent for never having enough. for always wanting more. perhaps we will both make midnight promises that come morning, we will not keep.