I'm in a parking garage not far from here, months and months ago. I don't hear anything but our voices and footsteps, as we head towards my now lonely car. It's seven o' clock, and the sidewalks are nearly empty.

My arm is knit into his, as if it has always belonged there, and as if it always will. Despite the slight nip of the weather, outside, it's unusually warm and we're able to hold hands without fumbling around with gloves and other equally awkward barriers. His head turns towards my right temple and I'm perfectly aware that he, inches away, is waiting for me to turn mine and meet his gaze. Still speed-walking towards the vehicle, we tilt our heads and partake in the kiss that still resonates in my mind, every time I walk through a parking garage or watch Jeux D'infants.



I feel the need to explain how this doesn't mean anything at all, really, but honestly I'm just an abstract writer with a wandering mind and the question of how to spend that 11:11 wish, tonight, since this is the one night I'll be making one.

Beautiful.
That piece is so nice. It made me want to make a new scarf. Or a hat. No, MITTENS. (This is a good thing.)

All day Friday, I considered it Epic Day. But I didn't end up actually doing anything cool. Besides making my first home-made latte (awesome) and staying up til 2-ish (dummmb).
» invisible on 2011-11-13 11:17:02

(Also)
How'd the job/thing go?!??
» invisible on 2011-11-13 11:17:22

Shortened version of what I told Zanzibar:
It was designed to be sat on. It was a seat hanging from the cable. It's just that it was too high up to get to easily.
» middaymoon on 2011-11-14 04:50:00

I FIXED EVERYTHING
» middaymoon on 2011-11-15 01:08:21

Those picture were taken using the Hipstamatic app for the iPhone.

I'm a cheaterrrrr!
» Amelie on 2011-11-15 05:28:38

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