Just sitting...thinking about nothing...dreaming. The sweet smell of leather hangs in the air...His
leather. I see his face in every window...Every person is him. I hear his voice. So deep...so low.
The rumble in his throat like my heart beating nonstop. It reminds me of a song...A sweet love
song where our hearts beat as one in a chorus of love. "I love you." he would say to me. But of
course it is only a dream. How can something so beautiful be real? It is only a dream.

10/06/2001

Posted on 10/06/2001
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