December 2010
5 posts
“And yet, as happy as you are to be with her again, you know that you musn’t...”
– Paul Auster, Invisible (via imissedtheglance)
“The pleasure it fails at the end of the week. You take it or leave, or what you...”
Incandescent light at doors In adolescent menopause In little clicks you got the music stops The needle sticks and the penny drops The summer’s gone before you know The muffled drums of relentless flow You’re looking at stars that give you Vertigo The sun’s still burning and dust will blow Honey scars I’ll keep you near Our blood is gold nothing to fear We killed the time...