eight august
one : oh-three

dull. the noise the endless drone everyone sensibly talking endlessly buzzing the latest gossip the view behind her back uncaring unmotivated unemotional. i covered my face with my hands until it came.

the melody the perfection everything is just right just where it belongs nobody else can hear it nobody else can feel this his voice pure raw passionate divinity i wonder what he is thinking.

i wonder what i am thinking.