Monday, May 11, 2009

my clouds

forgot

about this
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Friday, May 1, 2009

If you are ever curious of what I do with my empty nights

While sitting listening to the birds, the trees rustling, and wind gathering all the dirt, trash, ash, and leaves. As if it was time to take out the trash. 
She sat listening, making sure she remembered every sound, every movement the wind made, and every rustle of the trees. 
Here thinking longer and harder about everything in her life. 
Her arm flows up her side caressing her breast every so sightly. She brushed her hair up to the top of her head, while reaching for her bag.
She rattles around through empty receipts, old papers, pens, make up and gum wrappers. As she reaches back to touch her mouth a light flickers in her right hand. Then, a slight gasp and exhale.

She was done. 
50 first dates is a pretty funny movie 
my standards are low 

i miss

our time