It's late now, the lights have long ago been
turned off and the CD player put on repeat.
We are sprawled in positions across chairs,
sofas and such. I lay on my back across the
floor, my arms underneath my head making
up for lack of pillow. My eyes are shut as I
am listening to the Cure playing on the
stereo across the room, wondering if the
people in this room are really my friends.


[ Left ]-[ Josh ]-[ Right ]
March 8, 1997