i can't find nico. i keep expecting him to pop up somewhere but now i'm really thinking he won't come back. the other ones have been weird. i think they know he's gone. here i am crying over a cat. i already miss him. so much.
i get too excited too quickly. i'm overly optimistic and think i can change things, that they'll work out, even when i don't fully know what's going on. and then there's the let down.
when all else fades out, the relics remain - in the light, as memories i don't want to forget, and the dark as things that have left me behind.
when i was walking home today, there were NINE op cop cars and another unmarked one at lombard and lake. what requires ten police cars? wow. that was a bit scary
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i see that undeniable face staring up at me, like i'm the only thing that's ever loved him. he jumps in my lap and nuzzles his head into my sweatshirt, tries to kiss my chin. when i do homework, he positions himself right under my feet and lays there.
as someone sets light to the first fire of autumn we settle down to cut ourselves apart. cough and twitch from the news on your face and some foreign candle burning in your eyes