all smiles and business these days
in november, they dream of sunny climates and warm skies; i dream of winter white coats and heavy clouds.
in november, they dream of sunny climates and warm skies; i dream of winter white coats and heavy clouds.
they empty drawers of other summers, and i wade through autumn memories so thick they threaten to pull me in once and for all.
i still find pieces of my life, now and then, in taxicabs and drawbridges over a river, in nighttime big city lights and late night pizza.
"my life is going great for the first time in a long time," you wrote, and i wondered how long is a long time.
