I feel an irritating tick in the back of my head.
A ghost whispers your name in my ear, with urgency and a
fierce persistence. I crave to drink in our silence as we intertwine in
warm thick sheets. We would stay in our own world, where we only have
each other and we live without food or water. United we don't even come
up for air. Instead, we live off each others sweet sweat which is more
than enough to sustain life on this musky afternoon. Together we are
transparently aware of our selfishness in each other but can't seem
to pry ourselves apart. As Life would be, however, you haven't
called and if you did what would I say. I'd rather
live as a figure in this still life than find
out that it can't come
true.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 12:34 PM UTC
I feel an irritating tick in the back of my head.
A ghost whispers your name in my ear, with urgency and a
fierce persistence. I crave to drink in our silence as we intertwine in
warm thick sheets. We would stay in our own world, where we only have
each other and we live without food or water. United we don't even come
up for air. Instead, we live off each others sweet sweat which is more
than enough to sustain life on this musky afternoon. Together we are
transparently aware of our selfishness in each other but can't seem
to pry ourselves apart. As Life would be, however, you haven't
called and if you did what would I say. I'd rather
live as a figure in this still life than find
out that it can't come
true.