msjessica's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- kill only the time that truly deserves to die waiting to get picked up by some new friends to go stay out on a property in a little old mining town about an hour away. makes me all nostalgic for that time in newcastle going out to a property, a party, the boy playing drums with one of his old bands, nodding off trying to talk to his friends, shooting up in a barn, butt fucking him in that barn, having a great orgasm in that barn. kind of all i really remember. and having beautiful moments on a couch, late at night with the party whirring around us. oh, and then the morning after, split second decision that we HAVE to get on when we get back to town, frantically trying to save numbers and call people with almost no phone battery. the elation from those moments of "no drugs today" to "yes, yes let's go now, what's another $200?!" i think i am healing because these memories don't hurt so much now, i find them pretty yet i am a little removed. also, this time last year we were falling in love, on the road, in queensland. sleeping under stars, i fell in that fire, we were silent then full of secrets of stories. completely enamoured, enraptured. it was beautiful. i wish i could message him and say, with fondness, i remember our time and it makes me smile. but i think that would ruin his day. 12:00 p.m. - 2013-11-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||