5AM

I'm tired of waking up lonely, walking to your room cold and half naked to sit on the floor hugging a chair, resting my head on a dirty old pillow you left behind; while the streams come in intervals like the ocean waves crashing violently on the shores that will wind up slathered in oil.

I drag myself back to my bed, plop that pillow down on my body pillow and throw my leg over it, pretending it's your sweet ass. I feel better and more alone at the same time. I think I can sleep now... even though I'm searching for your heartbeat and the push and pull of your lungs doing their job.

(I've been reading bukowski for those who can't tell)

A bump, A laugh, A vacation

All I want is to be in your embrace, lay in your arms and look at your face and see you smile even if it's just for awhile.

But I'm stuck at work feelin' like dirt and all I can do is think of you to not feel so blue.

Who woulda thought that a bump on the head would bring me you? That someone laughing at me would change my life forever and bring me a thousand and one more laughs? All it took was one conversation for us to know all it took was one conversation to give us someone to always have when we go on vacation so we aren't alone.

Vacation is a funny word....

Today, we play.

Nerves! All I have are nerves and endings and they twitch and twatch and switch and swatch and my stomach is all topsy turvey and swurvey durvey. I guess this is what it feels like to have a gig.