2001-09-06 - 1:56 a.m.
I like talking to you.
Especially over a fag at your secret hiding corner.
It's your haven, thank you for sharing it with me.
You surprise me sometimes, when you break the taciturn silence you so skilfully exhibit.
You tell me things I don't ask about, but then again, I don't like probing.
Because I find that curiousity can be intruding, when you're not a 7 year-old.
They say information is power. Wow.
But I hate it when you look right into my eyes when I speak.
It makes me uncomfortable, intimidated.
You have a way about you,
Your stare is almost rude.
I don't really want you seeing right through me.
Not now, not yet.
