jazz on my lashes. how to say goodbye to a body to whom i never had the courage to greet. the person is gone. all fantasies of braiding hair and licking legs becoming regrets instead of secrets to share.

a moth in a box: who am i to believe in love?

english. enter pin. withdrawl.

and the band played on. and the band doesn't notice the sad head, the empty bed, or the beautiful things i might have said. my life night swoons.