bailey

my mind has been full of thoughts of someone i have never met.....so much of it has to be my imagination; the way he walks, the way his hands would feel (rough or soft?), how my head would feel resting on his shoulder.

the thunder isnt making me feel any less lonesome, i miss my dog. he and i shared the same fear of thunder and would hide under the kitchen table together. it sounds like a war is being raged in the sky. rain falling...harsh, yet comforting. i'm going to go home, light some candles, drink some beer and wish you were here.