Tuesday, 29 January 2008


Crawling into bed
I feel the lingering heat
From where your body lay
As I slip between the sheets

This simple heat
Like a gentle carress
A certain sign that
You must be real

And as I pull the still-warm blankets
Around my shaking body
For just a moment I think
That I might be too

I can scarcely remember
How that felt
To be alive, awake and real
Truly living in this world

Now I live off borrowed reality
Stealing moments like that
Holding onto that feeling
And loving your reality.

I wrote this a couple days ago; I think I like it. I mean, the writing's pretty terrible, but it expresses my feelings quite well. I might try to fix it up eventually.

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