prosody
I think that I may just have to accept defeat. I have nothing left to give or to take away. She has won. Simple as that. She claims that she lost, but that is obviously a lie. What have you lost? I just don’t know what to say, I’ve made decisions that I’ve reverse. I’ve told myself there will be time, and yes there will be time. Nevertheless, your jam spreads thin between the taking of toast and tea. There should be time for you, and time for me. Yet you were late, and I was far too early. I knew I should have kissed you on the spot, should have kissed you but did not. I waited on the eve of battle, procrastination upon your request. Yet, I should have known you were lying then. Of course I did not know you at the time. Told myself there would be time. Minutes here and hours past, the time has come, its time at last. She was lying there awaiting my caress. The hours passed and hands overlapped, but minutes drew us further from the our. I hope you come around again, but also that you don’t. Sometimes I hope the clock will stop, whether we’re together or apart. I’ll see you in a week or so, not knowing what will start.
Eliot Fawkes
Eliot Fawkes will find a way.
to be, and not be.
transcendent and elusive.
Run west to follow, or wait til tommorrow.
Eliot Fawkes is always out of place, but exactly where he’s needed
He’ll find a way to beat it.
joostlultwel:You see what happens Larry? You see what happens? Thís is what happens when you fúck a stránger in the ass!
…O.O
Darthdream, I know you are going to reblog this one too. I know you can’t resist.
