go on go on

sometimes in tree houses we eat dinner
and these african women paint dots on your face
and you are suddenly happy to be a strange bird
because then you earn more dots

and i am alone in dark hallways
and i know how it feels
to be that way.


see where the sea takes you.


because

my journall feels naked without you.



thursday was all:

1 comment:

Birdie Bourdeaux said...

thank god.

now i can know you.

even though, this kinda makes me feel like I dont know you anymore.

which is weird

guh

i miss you