Thrusday, 1am.

<< So what do we make of us, our one night encounter with a seconds destiny?. A hazy starlit embrace sealed with a kiss and a wimfull goodbye, combined with an unrelenting morrow. I could have called, and so could you, but what's the use? If only to mutter shameful impersonations of apathy and hope?. Wearing hearts on sleeves only cause stains. So you and I maybe over but one night can still last forever. It was almost a cinematic ending to a dull evening. We held and kissed and spoke words only our eyes could speak, for words had no meaning, only actions. I tried to forget you but I found myself roaming through countless pages of spiteful letters filled with nonsense and make-belive adjascent to the page with countless hours of wasted imagination and foolishness. Thinking of you, and left to feel the agony of lust all caused by what seemed to be a meaningless kiss. >>