Sunday, January 25, 2009

tilly: .

the skies were grey, there was slight gust blowing through into the room.
yamagata played in the background.
we lay there in bed talking.
i felt content.
felt good.
i wanted that moment to never end.
you were falling asleep.
you told me to keep talking because you like hearing me talk.
i kept silent.

the music was doing my talking.

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