<body> High and low tides <body>
Tuesday, December 8, 2009

those pinkwashed walls are so sweet.
though i never get off at that station anymore.



i miss the hungry years, the once upon a time
the lovely long ago, we didn't have a dime
those days of me and you, we lost along the way



those shady mornings and those globe-trayed breakfasts.
i had the future in the past.

I went off @ 1:35 PM