Jul 16 2009
∞
goddamn confused
nothin’ new about that though-
a kiss could solve this.
Motivation is:
When sleep starts calling to me,
Halting the journey.
wanting little hands / weaved in and out of my own / a love tapestry
i don’t understand / what all these damn douchebags have / that i sorely lack
sun-warmed black asphault
burns my naked feet on this
bright June evening