7.19 / 2009

7.19 / 2009

4:52am

Greenpoint, Brooklyn – NY

It's almost 5am – I'll kiss the bottle

but I'm thinking of you.

phone's dead – lost feelings.

Roommate went home

with your friend.

My friend.

Fuck, I think you're doing

what I hope you're not doing.

What would I do?

Kiss the bottle.

The park is lonely, quiet at midnight. I

would have sent her a message,

but I had no contact.

Indulged,

made my brain sick tonight.

So sick.

Need sleep but can't.

Today you're home?

How different? And why? Am I off

in the end?

Keep moving – work in about 6 hours.

How many more? Where will I go?

I kissed the bottle.

Would've rather been kissing you.