Tuesday, June 15, 2010
I'm sitting in the sun with my feet tapping on the wood in front of me. This seat has poor support, i'm leaning far too much backwards. Everything has poor support. I want to lay on your back with my arms folded beneath my head until you decide to turn over and i'll fall to your side. I'll laugh and hold your face, i'm sorry my hands are cold. Don't speak, I know just what you're thinking. So much of this is conflicting. I just want some of you.