The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
Monday, March 07, 2011
Hoodie Hugme
All bundled up in bed. The cars still traversing by outside. The wind causing the door to creek even while locked. The laundry tumbling dry, dry, drying.
My hoodie hugs me goodnight until you can someday. Sent via boysINBerry from T-Mobile