Oct. 6th, 2001
reading too much into every single sign.
Oct. 6th, 2001 08:46 pmthe thought of her soft shoulders invades my mind when i think of sleep. lost in the scent of sweet hair and a blue curtain to hide behind, safe from not much at all. it could be the ocean, if we tried. it could be the ocean, right this moment, if you were here.
and i look through that window- your voice still sounds the same and nothing else has changed.
"sometimes we have to wait, so patiently.."
through the clouds, past the palm trees, and straight to the asphalt.
10.06.01 one oh three am
and i look through that window- your voice still sounds the same and nothing else has changed.
"sometimes we have to wait, so patiently.."
through the clouds, past the palm trees, and straight to the asphalt.
10.06.01 one oh three am