2003-01-22 - 11:06 p.m.

something is missing, the shades are still open to let in the sunlight. your shoes are cold, and your watch isnt on the table.

the confetti in the snow globe has been settled for a while, and im not sure how i feel about that.

i know it is my own fault. whispers in the dark are goodnights. but there is no good morning. you live in the stars and i in the clouds.

but i want to be the midnight talker. i want you to eat waffles and bagels with me.

let me close the shades. ive seemed to misplace my feelings, can you help me find them?