I walked the distance from my apartment to my house today without ever actually getting to my house. This is not a short walk: it basically spans the entire width of Center City and cuts north and south into more residential neighborhoods. It was sunny when i finally made it out of Drexel’s campus after multiple interruptions. Two blocks from picking up my last paycheck from the coffee shop i thought i saw a spot of rain on the pavement. When i left the shop it was drizzling. When i left the first music store i had on my itinerary it was drizzling, and by the time i crossed over Market street it was pouring. The whole time i shopped on South Street it was miserable and i was damp. I regretted that i had decided to walk all the way there and prepared to catch the subway back to Drexel.
As i left the last store on my shopping excursion, the rain halted as if someone hit an off-switch. For the entirety of my walk to Market street to catch the El i felt as though the sun was a follow-spotlight that was tracking me from block to block; everything around me was lit up brighter than it was across the street or further down the block, and my shadow was thrown huge against the sidewalk. The sun actually seemed to be pointing itself right at me. I was glowing.
walking
super draft version. super. yeah!
i slept on top of the sheets because i didn't trust what would happen
i didn't mind your looming lips but i was worried about your hands
but i knew you'd put me under soon enough - i knew you'd play rough
your intention was as clear as the act that you put up to get me into you
and who-oa you've got a hold on me
who-oa you've got a hold on me
who-oa you've got a hold on me
2am and i am walking to your place wondering if these feelings will last
but either way you've sunk your hooks deep into me
and don't you know they're holding fast
and who-oa you've got a hold on me
who-oa you've got a hold on me
who-oa you've got a hold on me
let's refine this baby let's define this;
make a glossary for what we feel
but a 1,000 words just paints the single picture
of my face close enough to steal your breath
and all i ever wanted was something real -
someone to listen to all these words of mine
and your ears would be my favourite part of this
except for what is left unheard
and who-oa you've got a hold on me
who-oa you've got a hold on me
who-oa you've got a hold on me
i slept on top of the sheets because i was afraid of what might happen
but now i see i was in trouble when i set foot in your bed
It was raining when i walked out of the building, down on campus. A dull light rain. I didn’t really expect it, but i didn’t really mind either. It sort of calmed me as it blanketed the world in its uniform gray. As i walked north towards my apartment, tiny raindrops began to crystallize into the smallest and most perfect snow flurries i’ve ever seen. They dusted my hair and jacket until by the time i rounded my corner i was fully coated and sparkling. I wonder if it’s still raining down on campus? Or, if i came outside just in time to see the snow begin to fall. Stuff like that keeps my mind at play…
There was this second as i was walking home last night where i stopped and looked up at the stars and my vision just zoomed in on the sky so that i couldn’t see anything else at all. I just stood there, with my head turned up to the sky.
I think i was trying to get mugged.
I walked around in the rain today for hours. I really didn’t want to – what i really wanted to do was sleep in. But, eventually Matt persuaded me to wake up and join our friends on a random day in the city, and i wound up having (damp) fun. Included was the most excellent piece of cheesecake in the entire universe. It was the best culinary orgasm i’ve ever had. I’m going back on Monday to order a whole cake. Ummm….