Friday, April 16, 2010
thoughts written on the back of a bus ticket
I can see myself in your eyes, like looking at an old photograph of someone taken before you met. Keep trying. It's a circle out of the realm of physical proof aiming to kill itself. You are such an unusual shade of green. I don't owe you anything but my entire existence - I'll gloss over it. I can't hear a word you're saying.