#62

Just like this is not a journal but a long prologue to the book I will publish someday (in this life, or another, it doesn't really matter). I can wait. Oh the joy waiting brings me! Where's my cigarette? The cigarette I should be smoking while I'm writing this.


The next time I fall in love, I'll take a picture of the man I'm with while he is sleeping. When we break up, I'll look at it and remember how his life is so peaceful without me. Then, I'll be okay (and will be ready to fall again).