hurried bloom

twisted thoughts
2002-01-05 18:28:25 (UTC)

Always greener

Silky smooth legs, tired arms, sleepy eyes, a head so full
of thoughts it cannot turn itself off. Too much to do, too
little time. Welcome to my world. Snow covers half
[myside] of the street, while the other is bare. The grass
is always greener on the other side of the street [or
fence, whatever pleases you].
screw this.




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