Wednesday, January 26, 2011

at night we give ourselves to the moon

your stranger like touch;
one whiskey like glow that could out shine the moon-
at high noon it will no longer matter.
those ungodly things-
mark my body as a home.
i keep you around my finger;
like a rubber band to a thought.


Double D's aren't always great.

Distance is Depressing.
I miss you (haha i ment to write 'so') many friends.
Each day, I am over Long Island. hmph.
I just want the snow to go away so i can go home. so many words.