Daily Archives: November 29, 2016
.. The way the stars cut sharp, tinder us toward ashes, tender us worth -less. The way the fender bends into the breeze, going ever nowhere and the way the music (too loud) is still saying no -thing and everything … Continue reading
.. she’s a silver sliver, smiling. you’re just a shmo on the ground. look quick. (shiver) she’s got a thing for the tumult of sea, and she won’t be around long. ..
(though love be a day and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing.) – E.E. Cummings .. we are ever falling softly, pale and petaled and waiting for our souls to set. .. NovPAD, day 29.