Jun
12
2012

It’s not so cold and the illusion of being whole when you jump with people comes, but the gap between me and Jamie is there. I wave for no reason at Paul, but they don’t wave back they just pour their soul as usual and I look at Daniel’s choice of clothing and how he judges Paul’s in his head and how the strings go and how I lean my head back. I grab Jamie’s wrist and hold it, my head back, let this all be a dream, where I am blonde, skinny enough, no breasts,  let me be a model, let me be Kate Moss and less smart, let me be Jamie’s, I say that into the crowd and the music takes it, making me feel as if I am the universe, infinite, everything, nothing and I look at Jamie.
READ MORE THE KILLS/INTERPOL FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

It’s not so cold and the illusion of being whole when you jump with people comes, but the gap between me and Jamie is there.

I wave for no reason at Paul, but they don’t wave back they just pour their soul as usual and I look at Daniel’s choice of clothing and how he judges Paul’s in his head and how the strings go and how I lean my head back.

I grab Jamie’s wrist and hold it, my head back, let this all be a dream, where I am blonde, skinny enough, no breasts,

let me be a model, let me be Kate Moss and less smart, let me be Jamie’s, I say that into the crowd and the music takes it, making me feel as if I am the universe, infinite, everything, nothing and I look at Jamie.

READ MORE THE KILLS/INTERPOL FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

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