2002-06-21
"and then we'll go home not to talk" - That Dog
Somehow I have turned into this creature.
(bright, young, sassy, alive)
Luminous.
Last night was no exception. me being luminous, you with those eyes. one thing clear.
and no implications.
now I am going out of my head because I don't feel anything, I feel content and sassy and brave. Christ, I feel guilty about being sassy. thats so wrong!!!
I should be some squirmy female asking questions like 'when will I see you again?' and 'what does this mean now' instead I kiss you and slap your butt as I am walking down the stairs.
rawrrrr independant women.
Putting on huge black sunglasses as I walk out into the bright mid morning sun.
a coffee a cigarette and back to bed.
Somehow, I don't think this will be the end of it, not hopefully, just an inkling I get.
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