The Chapstick Kid (1wickedboy) wrote,
The Chapstick Kid
1wickedboy

Correlations



There’s this correlation between snow and boy. Snow and boy and song and phone. And love. And how he outgrew me.

The snow reminds me that these feelings haven’t changed.

The house is quiet today, only the steady pounding of my fingers against these keys. No music will be played today, nothing.
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when is our sleepover?
i'm gonna need one soon.

i can't wait to get back. i'm so bored and lonely here. and now i must venture out on a 10-hr drive in the ice and snow. so, providing i make it back in one piece, we must have a sleepover soon.

i don't care that school starts monday. it can wait.

love you, m'dear.
i don't know.. this post is so, amazing.
it's so beautiful yet sad at the same time.
maybe real is the word i'm looking for here...
either way-i think i love you now.

xo's!
amber w.
Thank you dearie. I really ought to begin write writing again. Rather than just writing.
oh how i miss you

and oh how i wish you could hear the material i've written for my new band

(2 acoustics, me singing/clean electric, cello, bass, drums)

and how i wish i could get something. maybe a hug?

maybe another evening getting custard and stoned and smoking out in my hag's bedroom.

maybe i could fall asleep with you

and maybe things are different
yeah. maybe things are different. these days.

(in dreams its like this when we die)
I could fall asleep next to you. God knows I could use the rest.

I miss you. I love you. I never stopped.

And I do need a vacation. Soon. From work. From reality.

Suggestions?
hmmm. i love this:

There’s this correlation between snow and boy. Snow and boy and song and phone. And love. And how he outgrew me.

<3
hmmm. i love YOU.


I'm beginning to have Shana withdrawals. I need a fix.

But can't you relate? Making associations between weather and seasons and boys and music and everything? It's all interconnected.
A crow in the woods. Glistening and fresh.
A snake in the grass. Tangling with my flesh.