||[Sep. 5th, 2006//09:20 am]
to be a little bug crawling around on his blankets would be perfect. to be able to crawl up the hill at the base of his ankle and work my way further up over the mountain that allows him to walk. to dip into the valley on the other side of his knee and just sit for a while. take it all in. to never have to leave the expanse of blankets and sheets and pillows that create the warm feeling on your skin. to spend your days trying to escape being sat on and your nights spent roaming the areas that you love without the person you love ever even having to know. |
that would be perfect.