A blog about life and losing my mind; about the emotions that take us, the colours that catch us, the little things that are lost. We create the dark, and we can stem the shadow.
Sunday, 5 December 2010
you met me with sleep in my eyes / you were always going to make me tired / sad secrets spark between us / writing lightning to breathe beneath the sheets.
I remember it being longer :S
ReplyDeleteheh. maybe..
/a mutual understanding that we were passing/voices of comfort and awe and disgust and colour.