My feed, a love story.

eyes.

Single lit stick and a tin ale can.
Staring at the evening sky.
Two stars perfectly aligned,
like eyes, staring back.

After Dark.

As far as term breaks go, I swear, you made this pretty amazing. Drinks until 3. Strolling the silent streets, the Uni, it sleeps. Sneaking into buildings politely, to take a leak. Stealing letters from the cinematheque: an R, an E, and watching the sky turn night to light. Walking home, breakfast morn'. Lola Rennt, Closer, L'arnacoeur. The girl in the Cafe, 5 Centimeters Per Second, Memento. Keep Walking. Forgive me as I write this down, something to remember you by. Until, of course, the next time you say "Hi."