oh, i already miss you singing like this overthephone.

Wednesday, Nov. 27, 2002 | 5:53 p.m.

bodies enter into places they were never supposed to be. loud voices and empty rooms full of empty chairs make me long for the comfort of the nights i know so well, spent on soft couches breathing in cold air.

festive lights and music make me infatuated with the idea of a hand to hold and an arm wrapped around me. i've never been with anyone on these days of celebration.

for me you are home. i wonder if you will ever fully grasp that.

go on drone