the right side of my bed has wrinkled sheets,the left is:left,neat.
it's interesting how our hearts begin to beat. Systematically&symmetrically. Like clock work: to the same beat. Across each shoreline. Each precious wire. every brush of a sheet. The wideness of my eyes,the lull of a wintery night. I feel you.
3 comments:
Your site sent the most visitors to my blog over the past few days. Cuh-razy, girl.
happy new year louisa! how have you been? still traveling all over the earth?
todd! what a small world.
girl. if only earth could be as perfect as blue skies and matching knitteds. heart to heart. feeling all a'this too.
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