eighteen august
ten : eleven p.m.

i am more amazed by you than you are by me.

and i'm thinking about before. about the time after your last performance, how we listened to this album and drank wine and smoked cigarettes. how we walked in the middle of the road, eating plums and throwing their pits into the woods. about the time you woke me up and told me to get ready - we were going to a show. how i went to my room to change, and how you stretched out on my bed, your back arched.

and i miss you. and i'm afraid you don't like me anymore. please come visit. the walk isn't far.




listen : "venus in furs" by the velvet underground