今日 ; whips at world's end

Like the ending of the storm, you feel it in your veins like the slow rise at the beginning of a sail. The dawn is barely breaking and we yearn to curdle in our own sleep because we have the desire to dream our life away. Sometimes we have everything we truly need though we pretend it is otherwise to continue searching. I hold a sickened feeling at the tips of my fingers, slowly I bring them to a rise and let them rest on my lips because I'm curious to see how it tastes.

Play Pretend

I've been so exhausted even though we haven't been up to much. These three days have been the worst by taking its toll on me while I try to complete my homework. I think executing these ideas in weird ways are difficult but what's a challenge? Maybe I can say this now but maybe I'll change my mind tomorrow when Tula practically kills me in class. I spend my day in today till evening time when I had dinner with Hunter and Jenny at the edge of Chinatown. I didn't start my homework till nine (once again) and now I'm really paying the price.

Midnight+59

Freeform jazz and the aroma of coffee always erupts the sensual senses. I am the mind wanderer, touching things with the spoke of my hand like it is written on a cast, we are so quiet in our own solitude not bearing to be away from each other. I think weekends are the worst, when the sunshine beckons a call to rush out and answer, can I say I am not interested? I love minutes to midnight, and the hours after it. Till the break of dawn we are sunshine creatures, drenched in our own drug of laughter. There is never anything more, the little gritty stuff stuck in between our teeth is never my favorite and I curdle like a piece of bread in condensed milk. After two, the aroma of semi burnt waffles sneak through the air under the bright yellow spotlight, dripped in chocolate and and endless string of peanut butter, we tend to listen to laughter and made up words, we listen, but never hear. Breathing in, the rhythm slowly erratic my eyes cease to acknowledge a presence is different because it is always the same. The beat changes, a second song is put on the same feeling is invoked in the heart. It whiffles up your nose, the air is so clean and unscented.