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

<< Monday, Feb. 28, 2005 - 8:12 am >>
how did we get here?

summer is starting to taste like fruit juice when it's about to go off. i'm on the verge of losing again ..

clouds form circles and then squares directly above the spot where my love lies, in the grave, in the ground wet and heavy (with its own secrets). pull me down to where you are, so i can sleep awhile without hearing the sound of the city and my own sadness.