i hate that we’ve moved so fast…. the passion seems to have evaporated and i do not know how to show that i still crave her glance, her touch, her presence… either way, i’m not feeling the same intensity she once broadcast to me…. this saddens me as we’ve only just begun.
So my first attempt at a 365 project failed… miserably I think it has to do with camera envy; I’ve been so wrapped up and obsessing about the camera I *want* that when I consider using the one I *have* I feel uninspired. I’ll try again when I have the new one
a girl i was once very close to has found me on facebook. this is neither a bad thing nor a good thing — it is just a thing.
i liked this girl. a lot. we didn’t have nearly enough in common, but i liked her.
she first friended me a few weeks ago and i thought nothing of it — accepted it and moved on. then she messaged me that i still make her smile. to which i responded politely and played the catching up thing.
tonight she vented about her current domestic arrangements and utterly poured out her soul and her fears and what keeps her awake at night and the hero in me wants so badly to end her pain but yet we are lifetimes apart and i do not crave her romantically or even physically or emotionally for that matter short of to pull her into my arms and tell her it’s going to be okay…. it’s what i do.
i want to broadcast my cock to everyone.
following some thought on the matter, i have composed an image in my mind that i would love to take but am unsure of exactly how i will pull off the shot.
i walk around this office and the parking tower with my camera and wish my clothing was on the floor as opposed to on my body. the elevator with mirrored doors beckons my flesh, the crumbling concrete of the parking tower craves my skin, the sodium lights whining at night want to devour me