The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
Friday, August 22, 2003
Standing in the dark of night under the moon & stars and the train goes by
6:56am Oh my god.. the kiss.. the kiss... the kiss. (hmm...what would be my god exactly?) Holding him and smelling him and feeling him. It's all so poignant. It's what I want.