

Ipods on the trainIpods on the train.Ipods on the train
What a joy! Usually I wish that theyd just turn down the tinny rap, or heavy metal drumming and screaming. Escaping those tiny headphones of a lanky, spotty youth in a baseball cap lounging, limbs spread across four seats, or the dark haired, dark nailed boy dressed in black; a shadow on the seat pressed close to the window. Or worse those that sing along, Its usually girls, eyes closed, full make-up, wearing miniskirts and vest tops, dressed up just to go shopping. They start with a whisper that you barely no


Preserving the pastPreserving the past.Preserving the past
Its such a shame, you only wear it once, it seems such a waste. The French silk hangs, once a pure virginal white, now its silver, metallic, shimmering, faded. The nervous young hand that sewed those fine stitches all those years ago, is now bony and thin, claw-like, her face touched by time. Thin, delicate silk glides cool, slippery, noiselessly over my fingers. The feminine slightly musky- smell where her scent lingers is enshrouded by the odour of mothballs and the attic where it was kept,
a fragrance which embodies feminine grace, strengt


SolitarySolitary.Solitary
Lying alone thinking of a face, a feeling, a desire,
my hands, pale in the light, reach out and press the pillow close. Resting my head upon its softness wishing that I didnt sink into the feathers. Wishing that I could hear a heartbeat, feel it gently rise and fall, breathe in, breathe out.
I clutch at him, hugging him tightly. He moulds into the contours of my body. A sigh escapes these lips. Longing for a pair of arms to encircle me, to return my yearning embrace. Imagine a pair of legs to twine around mine.
Also OMFG I totally missed you by like 20 seconds on MSN. I signed in, saw you on, and then you went away! Nooo!
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