By scqueen Date: 2001 Nov 11 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.11.21.24.28217]] |
Grey sky, before dawn - and jumbles of dreams swirl through my mind. I am aware of the slight pressure of your fingertips resting above my head. I hear the rain collecting in the street, but it doesn't matter because it's Sunday. I have a whole life of starbright ahead of me. So what's another day of blue song and comfort food? Nothing you say will be lost for me. (any i have missed well... dont think it matters) |