the stuff of penthouse letters..

an alarm just went off somewhere outside, and it sounded exactly like the one that went off that morning... fuck, and i was doing so well.. but after that, you're all i can think about.

i hardly missed you at all today, 'til now..


that's obviously a lie.. but it's one thing to consciously choose to dwell on a certain person or thing.. it's quite another to find yourself abruptly confronted with something like that... some external event or sound or scent that you can't help but be subjected to.. even if it disappears as suddenly as it came, there's no telling what might be left in its wake


if you see this tonight, call me.. i don't care what time it is.

text me, at the very least.