just to know, that you are mine.

i just lost twelve dollars at banlat.
(blackjack.)
HAHAA.

ohh this freedom is something i'll miss
the tenderness,
this sweet caress of a cigarette upon my lips
and the sensual curve of yours on my skin.

please, don't stop.

this time could be better spent, really. when i think of all the things i really want to do, i think about how i haven't done any of them yet. unconsciously, i think i've fallen in between the cracks, and much worse, i wish to stay there. suddenly, i'm restless, i'm pacing, fidjeting, and compulsively start fretting about absolutely nothing. why i feel the need to find solace in being busy right here and now, i know not.

it's a mucus-and-cold-showers filled day.