Soundgardening
I am also one of them
sorry; but not apologetic
tearful; but no saying goodbye
smiling; without the face showing
crying; sans tears and the
betterment of feelings
ex.per.i.ment
I’m experimenting
with life, or rather,
with being alive.
Not quite sure which
part will stick and
which witch will
light the candles.
The bonfire night
a long way away
yet I long for fire
the burning of
desire; inside
A subtle reminder of threads, names and origins
Apparently
When Debbie did Dallas
There was a cowboy longing for
Bees
Things you should never feed me
Tequila and redheads
Tequila or redheads
Tequila
Redheads
And
Or
#Never Ever
I suck ; always
I suck on my fingers
Salty – from peanuts; salted n toasted
You stare; ?; !; โก;
I have my doubts, you play me
always
Frown.
Can I ask how I am doing ?
j’sais pas
Bewildered by the mysteries of tmblr
Her short skirt
Red lips
Hips
(I sometimes dream of rosehip drink)
Cloudless skies
(a life under a sun never setting)
A Jail, Yale ; the eyebrows and her
gray tank top
My second violin playing her
First fiddle and our symphony
a frown