February 2012
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to...”
– 1984, George Orwell (via suzywire)
from: The Balloon →
I met you under the balloon, on the occasion of your return from Norway; you asked if it was mine; I said it was. The balloon, I said, is a spontaneous autobiographical disclosure, having to do with the unease I felt at your absence, and with sexual deprivation, but now that…
