thought that i saw you, it was just someone else. why do

we search for what we search for what we search for what.

the principle of the matter being: you left me waiting.

now i am in chicago.
i just don't know.

probably we should actually not be friends,
because i will just end up sleeping with you and you
will just stop returning my phone calls.

new blog

an update for anyone passing by: there is a new blog i have created (what we had for breakfast), which will feature primarily photography (there will be photos there very, very soon). whereas, this blog will continue with writing & other endeavors.

it would be a nice idea to curl up inside of your sweater.

A PHOTO POST FOR KYLE

some days all we can do is recite nineties pop lyrics to express our love.

the last one: the first boy i meet online. wait, no. he was the first boy i met on an dating website. rail thin and my height. we both have long legs. my limbs are always cold in bed and he says: why am i dating an icicle? we spoon and it feels perfect. we sleep for three weeks - maybe four. i tell him i am self-conscious. i have little-to-no-self-esteem. he says it is okay, he will reassure me of everything that needs reassuring. he has a bashful cat. there are a lot of things in left he is angry about, maybe, i think. he tells me in bed that i am too quiet and i blush. a lot. next week he says, i think we can sleep in our own beds tonight. he doesn't call again.

potentially early is the time my body talks to yours:
where do we cross the street?
where can we cross the street?
i forget how to recognize strangers.