Thursday, January 15, 2009

how could i show you?

it took a picture, a quote, a hair cut, the kitchen sink running.
that's all it took.

it's funny how you see yourself in reflections, mostly distorted and rippled, and just keep truckin' because you're sure you're past it at one point. if your eyes don't wander upon it, it's behind you right? but what do you find? the same mirrors, the same fears.

it took that picture, thinking of a quote, looking at her hair, and the kitchen sink running.
that was all it took. and my insides started raging.

i need a pack of cigarettes. i'm thinking of alaska, which always makes me want a secret and a cigarette. here's to always kissing the same ground.

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