2012-01-29
you wont understand and neither will i the ditch running between us running along roads cold/warm grey/bright des/in/formed escape/escape still, hardly do we share the independence with anyone but us, nomadic concentrated bonds we, hardly share needs just a fate i am fortuned, you say while you hate every reminder of the ditch we don't call it anything let it be, let her just be, because i can listen, sometimes to hate and the shape of the road in between stations i see you thinking
