Thursday, June 14th, 2001 | 0:22
When everything just goes

Tonight. Was. Love.


And I drove home. I hit one red light in twenty minutes. I love the dark. I love racing in it. I love the corners just tight enough that you don't need to slow down.

The air was warm and humid. I put in my rollerblades, took of my shirt and raced around the neighbourhood, bathed in starshine.

I hit the sheets, sweaty. I flew, dreaming of you, smiling.


sometimes, it's all you can do

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