a needle's sympathy / the kindness of a gun / the monster in your head / the truth from which you run
Friday, January 14, 2011
Remember when the world had colour? Remember when that color danced on stained glass wings? Remember when a breeze felt like kittens rubbing against your skin? Remember when stepping outside didn't demand several minutes of piling on layers so you could be cold instead of at risk for hypothermia? Remember what sunshine looked like?