Plurk note_09082011

I learn to cry without making noises, it's not that I wanted to be brave so I have to keep it to myself, no.

I simply don't want to scare myself

Last nite i sat at a different bar drinking beer and whiskey, alone of course, to stone drunk

And then I came home to sit in the dark, to smell her in the air. I giggled like a little girl because I could still smell you, so close to me.

That took me into a painful serenity, I started crying.

Autumn has arrived, even though it's hot and humid outside, I know it is here.

But it somehow doesn't matter any more.