I'm flat, baby, and I mean it — I'm uttering as we're taking a walk.
I'd smoke but I don't. I'd drink but I can't. It's so simple to list a number of things I'm not interested in. Holding her hand and casually making love again and again seems to be enough for the moment. And falling asleep effortlessly — that's what really counts now.
06 April 2011
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