His sweat smells like Benneton
Fresh against the searing sun
I close my eyes and breathe in
The breeze that carries his fleeting aroma
Black currant
Bergamot
Cotton flower
Water
Cedar
White musk
Apr 14, 2011
Apr 14, 2011 at 8:25 AM UTC
I can't write...
I have the urge...
this strange feeling
clawing it's way out of my chest
but still...
I can't put it out in words
I stare at the blank page on my computer screen
the cursor blinking impatiently
I type my first sentence... "I can't write..."
Apr 13, 2011
Apr 13, 2011 at 4:12 AM UTC