not fast enough to not creep up on you.
12:04 a.m. on 2008-04-11
it's late. the house makes sleeping noises, the slow pop of settling wood and humming radiators. i've got my music down low but it fills the space alright coming back to me from the walls. tonight i only know loneliness, i only know how to miss you, how to crave the feel of arms, a warm body to be next to. this is every weekend, every late night, every song i put on repeat for hours at a time. this is the hurricane.
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