keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Monday, Jan. 17, 2005 - 6:08 pm >>
spaces between days

backyard summers are nice when the sun moves past the houses and the cars .. you watched the light turn into shadows and the shadows played with his hair until they were all you could see. sleeping on wet ground with the cats from the neighbourhood .. felt more like a home than your own bedroom.

i'm moving along, alright. try not to grow something between the white pages, and nod your head before you strike. it's not so bad.