Rendezvous
11 August 06 : 03.14 AM
The boy is a creature, half-rogueish, half-untainted. He is BlocPartyTheMarsVoltaDeftones, yet still a little PeteYorn. He smells of cigarettes & cologne & gravel & rapture. There's an intensity about him I can't put my finger on, like damaged silence and secret carnivores.
He is fleeting glimpse/toomuchSun, yet tight-rope walking notnotnot empty blank canvas.
I could fall for a boy like him.
(I even enjoy the simplest things with him, like listening to New Wave music together. Oh no.)