2009-Jul

fly by july nights standards where you deal what you’ve been handed im doing alright standing on a terrace watching the damage that a single firework might do feeling familiar like it used to be inside you the imprints left is simply smoke that used hide you and the sky is all sorts of orange […]

he exhales and smoke that he’s sitting in has got him in a sentimental mood signals that it sends to him swirls under a ceiling fan seals the deal take a tote of brown sugar and cinamin and your mind slows down to a simpleton like a swimming match at wimbeldon or a racing arthur […]