Tuesday, September 21, 2004

::FallingIntoPlace::

This is the perfect morning.

Cured from a fever, awake next to her, looking out on the cityscape with rain upon the glass and Brandon Boyd in my ears.

Well be right back while i tease her with a kiss..

...and the smile that results is just about enough to cure any ache.

I love her.

Everything's coming back now, and this is just great.


spoken. at 11:32 AM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."