2006-02-05
Hard Core Napping Skills
It all started fluid motion with rocks tumbling with the female stream. The butts of our jeans got wet and dirty for the pictures we traced down in cellular time. And somewhere on our way back to the main paths and bridges, we found a scene vulgar with little girl's panties and dirty white socks. Pick up sticks and fifty paces later, a non-verbal girl named Nicole stopped us for non-verbal communication. Yes, water, yes.
It does hurt. But I can only push these thoughts to the back of my mind for so long before they eat away the rest of me. She cares, she cares, like you don't even know. They say that but she hasn't. I hear that, but not from her. So maybe it means trying to talk. Which means risking all I've got. Putting it all on the line for some straight forward communication. Any kind.
And yes, I have work to do. Work that is going to turn out shitty because I am waiting till tomorrow to do it.
Because I am leaving this lab right now.
oilandwater at 7:40 p.m.