I miss you sometimes like a warm body that I’m used to. I wonder about your wandering eye and have no chains for you. You could recognize me across the room or… Continue reading
We talk about the way things used to be. We’re twenty three. Life hasn’t happened to us yet. Three more years until we know. wish I could tell you.
I’ve been pulling my teeth out. One a day. That’s how I’m keeping track. I can glue them back in if you ever come back.
Gotta get followed, right? Catch the carrot. Isn’t this the most impossible dream, the thing that we were told we’d never have, an audience?