| .listing.whats.left. -june 2001- my feet are heavy like blankets that you don't really need anymore it is too warm and im not wearing much anyway. you don't need the blankets so much anymore. i keep them around to curl up into. to hide beneath when i wake up too early. to collect my tears when i have bad dreams. maybe i don't need them so much anymore. my dreams get filled up with feeling and sometimes i doubt that im really asleep. i am assuming that you might understand this. even when i was told never to assume. a new addiction. a thesaurus. a shiny new keyboard. a product of my own. all things you say i shouldn't need. like girls shouldn't need boys. and sometimes they shouldn't. want them either. yerself. and myself. and some rain maybe. and warm weather. maybe talking. or quiet. or thinking. or just . all the things that to me seem important. and being a girl. maybe all things i need. walking through museums and holding yer hand. maybe just dreams meant fer sunday mornings when anything seems possible. when even the windows are beautiful. the sidewalk is line after line of remembering that yer not next to me. .enough. |