freedom isn’t free
Thursday, November 20th, 2008i breathe in rhythmic heartbeats and red leaves and wine and my ribs are bruised from caving in from sobs against your spine
Archive for November, 2008
i breathe in rhythmic heartbeats and red leaves and wine and my ribs are bruised from caving in from sobs against your spine
let freedom ring
Wednesday, November 12th, 2008it's 9pm and i'm eating caramel again my organs twisted up like craning hurricane wind i often wonder if all runners are alike some piece of us arrives and ends up at the same translation of pain as the others and we are back at the intersection where love is situational and comfort is geographical, nothing seems chronological except you ...