May 2011
2 posts
A little poem.
I love when I wake up and there’s no darkness in my room;
the day started without me but I have no rush to catch up.
It just got dressed and smells night, like a thoughtful lover.
I love when everything I see looks like an album cover
from an unknown family band,
who only sings about the finer things, and keeps their troubles inside.
I love when I drink just enough to feel nothing and...
