he asked me that while i sank my face in his chest.
for six days i didn't have a worry in the world and i dedicated every single moment to the ones i love with every cm of my pumping heart.
this city feels mine but lacking something. i know only half of what that is.
i may possibly have the swine flu. i may possibly just have a regular flu. but i most definitely don't want to go to the doctor.
i've had artist-block for the past 6 months. i find myself too busy with friends, lovers and school/job to paint. thats not an excuse. but i am tired. i'm really tired.