Of long essays, strings of words that sound right in my ears, just before bed. Too tired to lift my head and write them down, they drift off. Gone.
2008-05-04
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Brothers and sisters, I am an atomic bomb
Of long essays, strings of words that sound right in my ears, just before bed. Too tired to lift my head and write them down, they drift off. Gone.
No comments:
Post a Comment