Thursday, October 27, 2011

9 AM.

9 tumblr_lrqz67gbLO1qbazs6o1_500

I wanted to be around him all the time. He provided that addictive sense of freefall you get when you read Bukowski and start drinking whisky at 9 am, and the more I disentangled myself from my sad, worn out old relationship, the more susceptible I was to his hazardous charm.

No comments:

Post a Comment