I find it strange that I'm thinking that no one calls anymore; seeing that no has ever really called.
Coffee at 3 a.m. sounds nice, black. At some random place where i can start writing without anyone disturbing me, and listen to old crackling jazz from an old wax record. On a bench. No computer, no internet, just an old wooden pencil and a notebook.
I went out for a walk and said "it's mighty cold out tonight" and she didint say anything.
"It's getting to the point where i cant even tell if i have a fucking nose or not - do i have a nose? is it on straight?" i asked, but not waiting for an answer. She never talks to me, really. i look up and, she's just there. Like she always will be. "luna" i said "you never were much of a conversationalist." and i walked back inside.
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it's somewhat wise yet bittersweet that you seem to prefer the company of yourself the best; not a lot of people realize this. is it necessarily the way to live?
p.s. the word verification for this comment was "tingue" LOL thought it was funny... studying sucks -__-
what the hell are you talking about?
i was referring to what you said about being alone w/ black coffee and a pencil and a paper...? what are you talking about?
Cool post.
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