wongy06

love, tell me - tell me i see the future and you will wind up well alone; i don't want you with anyone, especially me. i pull your air into my lungs, an influenza in every syllable of breath. and i am a cluster of hills across your face, the reason you said you didn't believe in wearing sandals in july. i keep track of time in terms of crossword puzzles, sundays especially difficult because i used to pray like god listened to my repents and hopes then. you would take my unfinished columns and fill them in with a different pen colour and that was how i knew things were wrong. and there was never any bitterness to it either, the passing hand

john's bed was crooked against the wall, with enough space between the two for his pillow to slip down every night. it is never made but usually empty, much like the rest of the room. his wallet was full of condoms, the box in the slightly opened nightstand drawer with two strays within. john's socks were paired up neatly in his dresser, and he had no closet. a baseball bat was stretched across the threadbare rug in such a way that it would trip someone unfamiliar with the layout. like a robber. things you will never find there are his iphone, ipod, and his grandfather's pocket watch from when he was in the world war. evelyn paints a small c