index | archives | notes Monday, Mar. 12, 2012 8:02 p.m. << [ Running in Isolation ] >> Spent the day tucked on top of his chest, in and out of consciousness. Cat naps and marijuana and secret kisses, and he stayed late just to see me off. This is the last of our tiny summer together, the little death before the big death, so my wish cigarette tonight is spent wishing for one more perfect night before we lose them for half a year. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org