People say that they "crawled" into bed. I guess we do sometimes. The height of my bed makes it easy to crawl. I've noticed that most of the beds away from my room I tend to roll into; hotels and such.
Depeche Mode - Blue Dress There is the sound with the lyric ('something some worthless, serves a purpose') Actually many sounds, they ignite sadness.
Mark and I caught up tonight. Interesting progressions of our lives. Topics like: Ambition, Goals, Success, Art, Talent, Pressure, Relationships, Compromise. I let him know that he's one of two people that I would want to read anything that I complete writing.
I took an extended trip on the bus today on purpose so that I have some time to myself and read. Hold me. Hand me a hankerchief. I've not the strength to fight the wind. I am longing for the softness of my own touch. I say these things and they are not thought out why I do. I type them just as I would toss them around in my head. I ascribe nothing to them. I would like to kiss him right now before I go to sleep.