Monday, May 9, 2011
I think about people just to have something to think about. I like the possibility of maybe. People in books kiss and I think about how weird kissing is. Moving our mouths together. I lay in bed at night and think about spooning, but don't know who I want behind me. My comforter feels like a spoon sometimes, a body, and I have to sleep with the lights on because I get scared thinking about an unknown presence in the room.
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