during the latenight hours, the idyllic moonlight filtered through the enclosed blinds. sweeping across the hardwood floor the brown corduroy blanket draped over his shoulders. above the patterns in the sky, the evening commute of the industrialized metropolis sustained involuntary convictions that perhaps she loved him. imaginary fringes of a greater nothing could never state the obvious that he's beautiful as beautiful can be simply defined and 'perfect' in every imperfect way. falling into the arms of sleep on the long drive back, mechanized thoughts of him faded drifting onward to a better tomorrow.

hm.. we gotta' talk.
» Dilated on 2008-02-11 11:17:52

love it. very descriptive
» Midnight on 2008-02-12 07:14:57

that's really good :]
» dannixfresh on 2008-02-18 10:46:09

love the liquid writing.
» renaye on 2008-02-20 08:25:16

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