Rendezvous
07 August 08 : 04.50 AM
How I can still think that things will get better is beyond me.
Yeah even me.
(Tonight again at the Olde Cuban down Temple St. I find myself even more quiet than ever as I am pushed ever so abruptly into a role. Disconcertion personified. I haven't been afraid of hurting anyone in a long time. I hardly do in fact. Edde asked if we have ever found ourselves to be only a fraction of the person our lover is. I drank immediately.)