tijuana

i woke up at 4 a.m. this morning because i don't know how to brace sleep for very long anymore. i feel so lethargic, overwhelmed, anxious, exhilerated, scared & i don't know how to wrap it all into one small metaphor, except to say for the first time in my fucking life i realize we can all go home composed.

there's something about the scent of winter that hypnotizes me. all i want is to cast the pair of us on to a forsaken island, re-write that move script ending, & sketch the definition of affection with the plunging of our hips - it will be an exquisite melodramatic production, a series of trashy, romance novels written just for you & i.



P.S.
on a complety other note... i'm finally going home tomorrow, so i'll post some pics then!!