It's late
Posted 12-31-2008 at 05:47 AM by Brenda Archer
and I'm awake
all the melted snow sits in gelatin repose around my house, in the dark soil, under wet leaves
music cranked up high in my earphones - very fast beat - fire - light - heat - faster! memories of dancing
I'm driving under the noon sun across the desert on a freeway all to myself with the windows down, I can't touch anything that is metal or it will burn. Floor it.
Does anyone really love anyone?
Someone loves me. But doesn't admit it.
Eventually the coffee and the sangria will wear off, and I will sleep.
all the melted snow sits in gelatin repose around my house, in the dark soil, under wet leaves
music cranked up high in my earphones - very fast beat - fire - light - heat - faster! memories of dancing
I'm driving under the noon sun across the desert on a freeway all to myself with the windows down, I can't touch anything that is metal or it will burn. Floor it.
Does anyone really love anyone?
Someone loves me. But doesn't admit it.
Eventually the coffee and the sangria will wear off, and I will sleep.
Total Comments 4
Comments
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Posted 12-31-2008 at 09:24 AM by Ned Easterwood
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Posted 12-31-2008 at 10:56 AM by Cristiano
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Posted 01-01-2009 at 05:25 AM by Brenda Archer
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Posted 01-02-2009 at 12:18 PM by Ned Easterwood





