january
January 6th, 2006
Grey oversized sweater. Coffee and a book and grumpy in the morning. I’ll make a good hermit. But for now I’ve got someone to worry about.
At nights, before I go to sleep, I lie and construct sentences, little snippets of stories. Things I’d like to tell you. In light they always seem too much.
Today I think about random friends and getting to know people. I think about parties where no one ever gives out anything, they just fill silence. And it’s easier the more you drink. Or maybe that’s just me. Sometimes I’d like to ask: Have you ever been in love? Tell me.. Because that’s the kind of story you have to tell with your heart.