Luke

Oct 22, 2012 02:15

I await his ascent to his bedroom with an eagerness similar to that of a child on the night before Christmas. That silence that follows, the end of an evening, and I am free to smoke my joint, to play soft music, where mundane tasks are instead cathartic, I enjoy putting the dishes away, clearing the night away, readying it all for the next one but ( Read more... )

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lytbryt October 22 2012, 12:44:14 UTC
Beautiful read

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rockingthemike October 22 2012, 14:00:15 UTC
i so miss your writing!

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