Watermelon Smiles

His touch is even colder now...but his embrace inspires me. I couldn't leave him if I wanted to, no, never. I can't even think like that. Maybe I've set my standards to high, my expectations shouldn't be so hollow either, right? Maybe being rough is just how we are. Maybe it's the black on blue that attracts us. It's the red that compels us though. The red, all the way.

I think it reminds us of songs and records. Razor-blades and death-wishes, yea?

I feel like I'm spinning...maybe I should just drop this whole idea...I don't even know why I was compelled to start, it was only Prozac. But, now all i can think of is my mind spinning, the room flowing. His eyes are in mine, or at least trying to be. I keep looking down to write...