Friends In Low Places.

[flake_core]

I have this box made out of wood. I stole it from my mother. A little fragile box. Meant for cigars. Or for fruit. Or something. There is a village painted on the top, and some words. Pretty letters. Pretty box. In this box I hide the pictures. Of old friends. Old lovers. Old friends. In this box I hide the pictures of old friends and old lovers

Comments

we've got the sky

[anonymous]

and all of us are walking down the railroad tracks in differing places, but soon enough we will catch up to eachother at the end... smiles make for a pretty day.

Re: we've got the sky

[flake_core]

for sure. for definite sure. whoever you are.

i have an idea. but i am wrong. most probably.

[flake_core]

hmm?

in height

[anonymous]

oh, you know. yes, you know. think of the clouds as huge dirty marshmallows, the ones that pop over a campfire..............havent had one of those in a while.