is it raining where you are?

tuesday 21st january 2003 @ 23:31

i should be sleeping. i have another early shift tomorrow but i'm craving cigarettes and creative inspiration, neither of which seem available for consumption. i write letters in caligraphied ink and pretend i'm not waiting for a message from you.

and i wonder if you're as lonely out there in the european night as you wanted me to think. or maybe you are singing your heart out now as i type and watching as a hundred eyes undress you under the lights. and i wonder if your songs sound like they are about me. a selfish and hopeful fantasy that maybe, just maybe, i could be your inspiration. and that my way with you could be your ticket to a wistful lyric and an accoustic set bound for fame and fortune.

i'm wandering through a film noir of black rain in my dreams. all trilbies and trench coats and smoking cigarettes under streetlights. and a warm bed with a slow fade out at the conclusion when you wrap your arms around me and it doesn't matter that our hair is wet and our hearts scarred by the stormy weather.