saturday night, sunday morning

sunday 6th april 2003 @ 23:24

the longest night, the earliest morning, when the new moon is not bright enough to light the sky and the sun has yet to wake the sleeping. the dark so thick with dreams and nightmares they are almost visble, cloudy strands between tenacious lovers and screams in the mouths of children. daily lives reduced to shifting montages of memories.

the boy with the loose smile and the tight t-shirt is learning to fight with his mind and not his fists. and when he stays late, a song on repeat between us, he's pretending that he doesn't want to leave. but he doesn't and it shows. i unpack my conscience from under the bed and escort him to the door and in his wake my bed is only big enough for me and my dreams anyway. you and me, strictly casual.