thursday's child
2005-04-07
tonight was like...a storm on the verge...clouds hanging overhead...silently consuming all of the daylight.the kind of night that keeps my interest.
every hour slipped through my hands. before I knew it it was 11 pm and Im sitting here typing this out.
Its a sweet smell filling every room. cooled wind. white wine after a good bath.
a good book. loneliness and bittersweet reflection.
"you can call me anytime..I mean it..."
that is never true. Ive never once believed it.
Im going to fall asleep to the sound of crickettes and frogs and wind rustling through trees....
you'll find me melted into the earth by sunrise...
everyone be well
Peace
