As they place the cigarettes to their mouths outside of the glass, I see the red glow in the black night. We're together forever. Forever isn't a measurable time, it's just a state of being. Somehow we found each other and it's nothing that I want to un-find. I love them so much.
abalone is not alabaster. And My a-balonga, has a first name...
"Stuck on you.... like that feeling down deep in my soul..."
oh my, it's late.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
