2002-06-07 / 7:58 am |
i could walk wake haplessly on a slick sided door over the concrete within a lost dream inside a two level house and the muffled sounds from all those children outside and i drag a finger down the middle of that near window, through the condensation, thinking about the space it makes and the water it takes with it, now on the surface of my skin and while they laugh and play it's so warm by a navy hooded sweatshirt. |