17 April 2012
Itchy eyes and stained goodbyes
Wind cracks the cobblestones and they bleed between your clenched toes
Around and around circles full to the brim with holes
Death by cream puffs and kisses
I loverainysaturdays
Keep walking. Disaster awaits
Tilt
Peter pan collars and snow days all year
Sometimes shadows are something more
Take my hand
Fingers wide
Break Down • Opuss № I