just as the sun has gone down, and there is still a thin layer of light throughout the skies - faded blues, purples, pinks
girl from north country plays in the background and through his teeth bob dylan pushes out the words, 'i wonder if she remembers me at all, many times i've often prayed'
i can't help but think of another day
and how all of my days i have lived have forgotten me, with such ease
they didn't even have to try more than once - - -
with the window open, a chilled fall breeze finds its way into my bedroom
smooth glass, cinnamon; i like stepping on leaves and hearing them crunch beneath my size six feet