Maybe I love you, but maybe you're immune.
Unkempt and secret and so tragically preoccupied.
I am caught between your eyes and the wall,
suspended in time like formaldehyde in your head.
Everything all the time,
but it races through my veins faster than you ever did.
posted by Samantha at
11:11 PM
I am an enigma. I exist only in thought and sometimes not even then. I sleep through the day and deal in phosphorescence at night. I don't like to wear shoes and I will take my coffee black and lukewarm, thankyouverymuch. I listen to the universe, and if you are hep to the jive, then I will show you how to find things. Above all things, I believe in love.
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