the scent of your skin on the linoleum floor.

He was kissing my cheeks, behind my ear, and that little space above my cheek and below my eye when he looked right into my eyes and kissed my lips. Followed by his soft voice "i didn't want your lips to get jealous"

Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing. When a close friend asked me "what do you really like about him?" I couldn't answer.
Nothing seems like it will feel like I know it's possible of feeling. If everyday is irrational, I'll be okay.
But what about the days that I'm not?




I'm finding myself just completing my assignments to get the "pass". I don't like any picture i've taken since I've been at Brooks.