where do all good people go...

coffee, snow, depression, anxiety, laughter, totally out of control, coffee, mornings at noon, tests, exams, christmas spirit[as if], presents [bring it on], cigarettes, coffee, cold, chocolate chip cookies, buddha bar...jack johnson...

and in the end it all comes down to waking up to the warm smell of coffee as you just realize what you did the night before, wearing his t-shirt and having his perfume carved in your skin...

but it's been a while...too long...and you miss it...and want it more than your morning cigarette...

is it just the mere thought of feeling it or the actual feeling?


still out there? well...too bad cuz i'm in here...where's colder than on the outside...