10 December 2012
my body has made an imprint on my bed. my blanket is old. my toes curled. pink floyd is playing. my head is a million things. hurting. sighing. weeping. my tongue longs to feel the inside of his mouth again. my arms beg to hold him, my fingers to touch him, feel him, explore him. the song is over.
remember a day. • Opuss № I