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 woodand humming radiators.i've got my music down lowbut it fills the space alrightcoming 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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