Daily Archives: November 18, 2014
(sweet and sour) . It’s the hour when the sun pops up like a lemon drop and I’ve not yet had my second cup, and for a little cotton candy sky bit, the world holds her perfect breath. .
. at some randomly chosen (unbeknownst to me) point in time, my name became a sourball on your tongue. Now I’m just sitting here, thinking it’s about time I spit you out. .
. we eat ice cream and say things that don’t matter, then s c a t t e r her to the setting sun. .