The calm before the storm...

Had a bad sleep, it was a sleep of dreams of 'whatsername' - still think loads about her, and it's not doing me any good. I wonder if it was for the reasons she gave that she left, I seriously doubt it - in my mind, there is someone else, seems to be the way she works...

' What you do on your own time's just fine.
My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know.
And what meant the world had folded like legs and fingers holding onto what escapes me; what he has: a better kiss that never lasts.'