Nothing is more empty than the 3am glow of a cell phone in a dark room
reminding you that you are sleeping alone.
I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
Charles Bukowski (via fingertip)
(Source: decembrist, via fingertip)
THEME:
CARMAH