Found my Moleskine mini-journal (check it out at Powells, beyond cool) which I thought I had lost and was all super sad about. I mean, I write like mad in that thing and to be without it for a whole week was insanity.
So to celebrate, here is a taste of what I think while I am smoking outside:
"Being two inches away from you feels like two yards and this bed is a sea I am lost in, with your hand nothing but a cloud on my side."
And that is the reason we don't get in fights. I write bad sentences.
(^ ^) zzzz
So to celebrate, here is a taste of what I think while I am smoking outside:
"Being two inches away from you feels like two yards and this bed is a sea I am lost in, with your hand nothing but a cloud on my side."
And that is the reason we don't get in fights. I write bad sentences.
(^ ^) zzzz
im burning crumpets
be well,
ph
peace,
ph