Things seem so much better when they're not part of your close surroundings. Like words in a letter sent, amplified by the distance. Possibilities and
What's the immaterial substance that envelopes two, that one percieves as hunger and the other as food. I wake in tangeled covers, to a sash of snow,
Little kids playing in the park downtown. Someone's dad is watching from the side of the playground. I'm following my shadow so I cross the street. Car
Your eyes are cold, I know you'll tell me all. Not to fall, I lean against the wall. I'm on the floor, not listening anymore. I should have known, the
You called me after midnight, must have been three years since we last spoke. I slowly tried to bring back, the image of your face from the memories so
Using the Guardian as a shield, to cover my thighs against the rain, I do not mind about my hair. Your jacket may be waterproof, but I know the moment