apply pressure to wound

sunday 16th june 2002 @ 21:12

we walked the beach hand in hand, her fingers small and warm in my palm. we listened to the waves and dodged the foam in new boots. i felt the moment happen before it arrived and we kissed at midnight, in the park like teenagers.

now i see her in a crisp white shirt in my daydreams and she's leaning over the pool table and smiling at me.

i like her, but every move she makes is in a shadow. echoes of destruction and madness, and a scorpion's obsessive trail, and i don't want this to be like last time. i want to follow the flow and feel the tension.

i don't respond well to direct pressure. or stalkers.