EvENinG WaVe

:: remember....
:: about Last night...

Boracay

hotel with a theme.
$1,000 for three hours.
with vibrating sand.
(created and destroyed daily)

Boracay

an orchard of coconuts for my awesomedictatorprincess' sandcastle

Boracay

meet me by the orange

Boracay

my skin liked the sand better.
i gave the reclining things to my towel.
it did make a nice configuration

Boracay

conspiracy to make a postcard event but they beat us
to it

Boracay

i know why

Boracay

you were suppose to meet me there

Boracay

hey. you cant park that there.
thats our spot.

Boracay

Almost sunset. C'mon...

waiting to wait

i used to care that you didnt care. i hate that.

you make me feel like i wanna be a dumb blonde...

emptiness that experts on the matter would call love. i don't know a love like this. but i do know you. and that is enough. i know the feel of you, the intimacy of you, the fragments of you that stick to me when i sit in bed, in your clothes , playing pretend. i've always played good pretend, but lately, it just isn't as fun anymore. i want us to break into being together, rilke-style,

spank, i don't know why we're doing this again but i do miss you miss me.