He crushed the butt of his
cigarette into the sun-bleached...

Spinning
Floating...

When a cool breeze flows on a hot summer day,
i know it's you...

We swam in oceans of blankets
and made love with the simplicity...

Looking through a lens,
you can capture just one moment...

Lately, I've felt
like a tourist inside...

Please try not to worry,
you've conquered it once...

Your poor, chapped lips -
they flake, crumble and peel...

Turquoise droplets tremble down
the jagged crevice between...

My tongue tingles as it collides with yours,
inhaling the after-taste of your menthol cigarette...

As I lightly stroke "Liquid Raven"
across my eager nails...

*I know this is very long... got on a roll writing...
"Dear Diary" is how each page began and...