Jan 09, 2002 16:28
It passed quicker than I could blink an eye, the sight of you walking down a street as the bus drove past.
I see that distant, grey speck of you as clearly today as I did then. The same feeling creeps up -- I change the
subject, not knowing what else there is to say.
So, how is the weather?
Leave a comment
Comments 4
it's getting warmer.
about 70
Reply
on ice, bowels set aflame.
I always had the habit of romanticizing
gastro-intestinal unrest..
And, oh.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment