Not of your design

i don't think like you
so why should i write like you
my thoughts
my world

bright times on the cliff

(05/17/2003; 03:07am) - bright times on the cliff

no one tells you about times like these.
blissfully stumbling around a darkened apartment.
lighted only by the light above the stove and the small lamp on my desk.
that 'i am on no one's mind as they fall asleep' crosses my mind
but i quickly realize that's ok

the emptiness around me forms a comforting hug of darkness rather than a place in my self or my room that needs to be filled

i prolong the act of coupling for moments like these.
when i'm left alone to confront the totality of myself, which will leave me stirred and shaken or a with a smile across my face.

this time the smile won.