the children they grow older and more set in their ways so anything new seems weird and unsavory. friendships are rare in the land of briefcase mornings. a piece of me craves action and i think the more we stoke the ability to desire, the more open we become to desire many things. it's the narrow hallways that lead too well but we're blind to them; too quick to call a door a window.
i kissed his palm and knew i would never know.
the reasons for goodness in that are so unclear.
not knowing is far worse than regret.
i kissed his palm and knew i would never know.
the reasons for goodness in that are so unclear.
not knowing is far worse than regret.
