6/15/09

never been a good dancer

I didn't mean to take a trip with the past, but there it was. 90 minutes of me pouring and devastated and inspired. It made me downright uncomfortable at times because I felt like I was spying. Other times I was heartbroken because I knew what would happen. I knew that in most ways we'd never really meet. And, I was amazed, almost jealous. Every single word meant so much. No matter what. Not a single earthly thing could ever mean more than the words.


I wish there were breadcrumbs.
Wish there was a glass to fill.

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