18/08/2010

18 aug



Jag har ont i magen. Lite. Lyssnar på Pianos Become The Teeth för att må bättre.

you keep your eyes to the light between finger and thumb and the sky just laughs as i stare at the grass, the sun, the green, i want the snow years ago. i'll say it about routine. i can't wait, i can't wait. i want the genes. i want the era before me. i want ideas as imprints. i want the future, i want the future. i want your mistakes, what we were, what i was, what i'll be, what we'll see.

1 comment:

Victoria said...

finis. snart kommer jag hem och kurerar dig! pussis