|i still love you. i cant remember your face but i still remember your taste. holding your hand in a darkened movie theater. feeling reality unfold across our faces in the dark. the reality of some black and white 1940's film in some long gone revival film house.
lying on my couch last night, i thought how happy i was (that i got rid of my gun). ive been sleeping on my couch for over a year now. every morning i go into the bedroom to get dressed for work and i look at the bed i havent slept in for over a year.
life is funny. i wish i could laugh. but i keep my mouth shut to keep from screaming. i am a man. men must keep a brave face and do the right thing. just like in the movies. somewhere films are unreeling and burning. somewhere time is returning.