Putting the Damage On

6 04 2008

There were moments, usually in the early morning, where our walls collapsed. Legs, fingers intertwined, we slept, breathing like one creature. This was us at our best: in rhythm, without the static of our waking selves constantly negotiating distance. Had we spent more time sleeping and less time awake, I suspect there may have been a different ending.

Unfortunately, we are both insomniacs.




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