bullets flying quietly past my head. |~ d now i'm falling asleep, and she's calling a cab, while he's having a smoke, and she's taking a drag. now they're going to bed and my stomach is sick, but it's all in my head, but she's touching his chest, now he takes off her dress, now let me go. i just cant look, it's killing me... it's so beautiful outside. it's raining, the light of the city has been diffused a grand orange than spans most of the sky, it's too bright to sleep, and there's a nagging charge in the air it just the right temperature not so cold as to be chill not so warm as to be flustering it reminds me of something a memory of a memory just enough that i know it's there a time passed, long ago most likely. a time when i used words like beautiful, and didn't care to sleep. yup, guess who it all comes back to? yeah. the she. it's time to move on, i know, it was time many months ago. but i cant. trajik haye. yesterday i saw rach and she smiled at me and i smiled because she was smiling and i like her when she smiles. rob 2250|110205