The city is his lover, he does not sleep till she is by his side. He kisses her fairy lights and sea sounds when she's not looking. Plays with her borders when the sun dances on her horizon. She will reward him from time to time with sometimes rain and situational prose. He will leave, find temporary solace in others, but he knows she is waiting. She will always be waiting.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
people are fragile things, you should know by now.
be careful what you put them through.
Posted by Zh. at 6:22 PM