Epilogue Of A Fraudulent Heart

Had another disagreement with myself so I slept on the couch... and despite my inhibitions, I gave moisture to the dead today. Two droplets down my cheeks, while the inner part of me cringed.

I am an unused rock. You are the hesitant wise man. Go ahead and build your house upon me. I'm really just dying to be something solid that will never leave you. Something that is always ok in your head at least. I don't want to sleep alone anymore, and that's more than legs and lips and your head on my pillow.

I've been screaming off my balcony at this sleeping city this afternoon. Do you ever get the feeling that your insides and your outsides don't really go together? Gave a friend tips for his trip to NYC this weekend. It felt more like I was giving him permission to sleep with my girl.